The historian looks backward. In the end he also believes backward.

Profundity of thought belongs to youth, clarity of thought to old age.

A joke is an epigram on the death of a feeling.

Never to talk to ones self is a form of hypocrisy.

Anyone can be passionate, but it takes real lovers to be silly.

And be on they guard against the good and the just! They would fain curcify those who devise their own virtue -- they hate the lonesome ones.