Everything is perfect and there is always room for improvement.
Category Archive: 1904
A poet is never one of the people. He is detached, remote, and the life of small-time dances and talk about football would not be for him. He might take part but could not belong.
Every genuine boy is a rebel and an anarch. If he were allowed to develop according to his own instincts, his own inclinations, society would undergo such a radical transformation as to make the adult revolutionary cower and cringe.
Heroism is endurance for one moment more.
How strange a thing like that happens to a man. He dabbles in something and does not realise that it is his life.
Young leading cadres have risen up by helicopter. They should really rise step by step.
Malice is only another name for mediocrity.
Seek truth from facts.
The very concept of history implies the scholar and the reader. Without a generation of civilized people to study history, to preserve its records, to absorb its lessons and relate them to its own problems, history, too, would lose its meaning.
There is nothing as dead and as damned as an important thing. The things that really matter are casual, insignificant little things.