History is the science of things which are not repeated.

The history of thought may be summed up in these words: it is absurd by what it seeks and great by what it finds.

Love is being stupid together.

A poem is never finished, only abandoned.

In poetry everything which must be said is almost impossible to say well.

Politics is the art of preventing people from busying themselves with what is their own business.

Power without abuse loses its charm.

God made everything out of nothing, but the nothingness shows through.

The folly of mistaking a paradox for a discovery, a metaphor for a proof, a torrent of verbiage for a spring of capital truths, and oneself for an oracle, is inborn in us.

Science means simply the aggregate of all the recipes that are always successful. All the rest is literature.