In The Realm Of Human Destiny, The

Between Eigtheen And Twenty, Life Is Like An Exchange Where One Buys Stocks, Not With Money, But With Actions. Most Men Buy Nothing.

Man Is Not What He Thinks He Is, He Is What He Hides.

The Mind Supplies The Idea Of A Nation, But What Gives This Idea Its Sentimental Force Is A Community Of Dreams.

Though Man's Feeling For The Other-worldly Often Has Recourse To Solitude, Solitude Does Not Foster Its Development; Rather, It Is Nourished By Communion, To Which The Church Is More Propitious Than The Cemetery.

History May Clarify Our Understanding Of The Supreme Work Of Art, But Can Never Account For It Completely; For The Time Of Art Is Not The Same As The Time Of History.