The attempt to force human beings to despise themselves is what I call hell.
War puts its questions stupidly, peace mysteriously.
Always, however brutal an age may actually have been, its style transmits its music only.
To the humblest among them, who may be listening to me now, I want to say that the masterpiece to which you are paying historic homage this evening is a painting which he has saved.
The crucial discovery was made that, in order to become painting, the universe seen by the artist had to become a private one created by himself.
There are not fifty ways of fighting, there’s only one, and that’s to win. Neither revolution nor war consists in doing what one pleases.
Communism destroys democracy. Democracy can also destroy Communism.
Man knows that the world is not made on a human scale; and he wishes that it were.
Genius is not perfected, it is deepened. It does not so much interpret the world as fertilize itself with it.
The first duty of a leader is to make himself be loved without courting love. To be loved without ‘playing up’ to anyone – even to himself.
Then I despair… I remember that all through history, the way of truth and love has always won. There have been murderers and tyrants, and for a time they can seem invincible. But in the end they always fall. Think of it always.
Man is not what he thinks he is, he is what he hides.
An art book is a museum without walls.
Opium teaches only one thing, which is that aside from physical suffering, there is nothing real.
There is always a need for intoxication: China has opium, Islam has hashish, the West has woman.