War is not, in itself, a condition so much as the symptom of a condition – that of international anarchy.
The man who never makes a mistake always takes orders from one who does. No man or woman who tries to pursue an ideal in his or her own way is without enemies.
Civilization is the lamb’s skin in which barbarism masquerades.
The ocean moans over dead men’s bones.
Everyone ought to wish to marry; some ought to be allowed to marry; and others ought to marry twice – to make the average good.
The dead play a very prominent part in the experience of the wanderer abroad. The houses in which they were born, the tombs in which they lie, the localities they made famous by their good or evil deeds, and the works their genius left behind them are necessarily the chief shrines of his pilgrimage.
In every age have mighty spirits dwelt unseen with man, biding the hour that needed them.
No man or woman who tries to pursue an ideal in his or her won way is without enemies.
A man should have duties outside of himself; without them, he is a mere balloon, inflated with thin egotism and drifting nowhere.
True art selects and paraphrases, but seldom gives a verbatim translation.