Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.
A man’s memory may almost become the art of continually varying and misrepresenting his past, according to his interests in the present.
Beauty is cruel. Life is over. Love is lonely. Death is romantic.
The world of reality has its limits; the world of imagination is boundless.
History is a pack of lies about events that never happened told by people who weren’t there.
The family is one of nature’s masterpieces.
The only cure for vanity is laughter, and the only fault that is laughable is vanity.
Happiness is a way station between too little and too much.
Fanaticism consists of redoubling your efforts when you have forgotten your aim.
The universe is made of stories, not of atoms.
The wisest mind has something yet to learn.
Skepticism is the chastity of the intellect.
Before you contradict an ignorant man, make sure he isn’t doing something stupid.
The passion for destruction is also a creative passion.
He who does not remember the past is condemned to repeat it.
The lover knows much more about absolute good and universal beauty than any logician or theologian, unless the latter, too, be lovers in disguise.
Progress, far from consisting in change, depends on retentiveness. When change is absolute there remains no being to improve and no direction is set for possible improvement: and when experience is not retained, as among savages, infancy is perpetual.
To knock a thing down, especially if it is cocked at an arrogant angle, is a deep delight of the blood.
Life is not a spectacle or a feast; it is a predicament.
The pursuit of truth will set you free; even if you never catch up with it.
Never flinch, never weary, never despair.
Religion in the West is largely a matter of habit and convenience.
Action and faith enslave thought, both of them in order not to be troubled or inconvenienced by reflection, criticism, and doubt.
To be interested in the changing seasons is, in this middling zone, a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.
A man’s growth is seen in the successive choirs of his friends.
The essence of nowness runs like fire along the fuse of time.
A man is morally free when, in full possession of his living humanity, he judges the world, and judges other men, with uncompromising sincerity.
The worst way to act is by not acting.
Only the dead have seen the end of war.
Wisdom comes less from answers than from questions.
The essence of nowness runs like fire along the fuse of time.
History is a pack of lies about events that never happened told by people who weren’t there.
To knock a thing down, especially if it is cocked at an arrogant angle, is a deep delight of the blood.
The world of reality has its limits; the world of imagination is boundless.
A life of pleasure makes even the strongest mind frivolous at last.
He who does not remember the past is condemned to repeat it.
The lover knows much more about absolute good and universal beauty than any logician or theologian, unless the latter, too, be lovers in disguise.
The pursuit of truth will set you free; even if you never catch up with it.
A man is morally free when, in full possession of his living humanity, he judges the world, and judges other men, with uncompromising sincerity.
Only the dead have seen the end of war.
Wisdom comes less from answers than from questions.
Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.
A man’s growth is seen in the successive choirs of his friends.
The worst way to act is by not acting.
Religion in the West is largely a matter of habit and convenience.
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