Pure and complete sorrow is about as impossible as pure and complete joy.
Truth, like gold, is to be obtained not by its growth, but by washing away from it all that is not gold.
Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.
Crude, immoral, vulgar and senseless.
What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness.
Life did not stop, and one had to live.
Nietzsche was stupid and abnormal.
I know that most men, including those at ease with problems of the greatest complexity, can seldom accept even the simplest and most obvious truth if it be such as would oblige them to admit the falsity of conclusions which they have delighted in explaining to colleagues, which they have proudly taught to others, and which they have woven, thread by thread, into the fabric of their lives.
Historians are like deaf people who go on answering questions that no one has asked them.