It is a sign of a creeping inner death when we no longer can praise the living.
It is remarkable by how much a pinch of malice enhances the penetrating power of an idea or an opinion. Our ears, it seems, are wonderfully attuned to sneers and evil reports about our fellow men.
The remarkable thing is that we really love our neighbor as ourselves: we do unto others as we do unto ourselves. We hate others when we hate ourselves. We are tolerant toward others when we tolerate ourselves. We forgive others when we forgive ourselves. We are prone to sacrifice others when we are ready to sacrifice ourselves.
Faith in a holy cause is to a considerable extent a substitute for lost faith in ourselves.
A great man's greatest good luck is to die at the right time.
The greatest weariness comes from work not done.
The real antichrist is he who turns the wine of an original idea into the water of mediocrity.
To our real, naked selves there is not a thing on earth or in heaven worth dying for. It is only when we see ourselves as actors in a staged (and therefore unreal) performance that death loses its frightfulness and finality and becomes an act of make-believe and a theatrical gesture. It is one of the main tasks of a real leader to mask the grim reality of dying and killing by evoking in his followers the illusion that they are participating in a grandiose spectacle, a solemn or lighthearted dramatic performance.
To become different from what we are, we must have some awareness of what we are.
The remarkable thing is that it is the crowded life that is most easily remembered. A life full of turns, achievements, disappointments, surprises, and crises is a life full of landmarks. The empty life has even its few details blurred, and cannot be remembered with certainty.
To the excessively fearful the chief characteristic of power is its arbitrariness. Man had to gain enormously in confidence before he could conceive an all-powerful God who obeys his own laws.
The unpredictability inherent in human affairs is due largely to the fact that the by-products of a human process are more fateful than the product.
There would be no society if living together depended upon understanding each other.
Glory is largely a theatrical concept. There is no striving for glory without a vivid awareness of an audience.
Death has but one terror, that it has no tomorrow.