History repeats itself, first as tragedy, second as farce.
The stunning thing about the world as it is, is that we have a tremendously large problem in it: namely, one-third of all human deaths, 80-million every year from poverty-related causes, trivial diseases and so on, and stunningly, nobody is really paying attention to it.
There cannot be a God because if there were one, I could not believe that I was not He.
In all the areas within which the spiritual life of humanity is at work, the historical epoch wherein fate has placed us is an epoch of stupendous happenings.
The fundament upon which all our knowledge and learning rests is the inexplicable.
In order to accommodate to change and to the contrast of phenomena, the intellect does not require any shocks and inner upheavals; it is only through such upheavals that the more conservative mind could accommodate to the metropolitan rhythm of events.
A man can do what he wants, but not want what he wants.
World history is a court of judgment.
The power which the Hellenes and even the Italians possessed, of civilizing and assimilating to themselves the nations susceptible of culture with whom they came into contact, was wholly wanting in the Phoenicians.
Insane sects grow with the same rhythm as big organizations. It is the rhythm of total destruction.