The stream of time sweeps away errors, and leaves the truth for the inheritance of humanity.

I was not afraid of what I did not like. To overcome dislike of a thing often satisfied one’s feeling of honour.

The masses are only to be regarded as one of three things: either as copies of great personalities, bad copies, clumsily produced in a poor material, or as foils to the great, or finally as their tools.

But when I was twelve years old I caught my first strong glimpse of one of the fundamental forces of existence, whose votary I was destined to be for life – namely, Beauty.

The historian is looked upon as objective when he measures the past by the popular opinions of his own time, as subjective when he does not take these opinions for models.

The stream of time sweeps away errors, and leaves the truth for the inheritance of humanity...

The war imbued my tin soldiers with quite a new interest. It was impossible to have boxes enough of them.

That a literature in our time is living is shown in that way that it debates problems.

I became an ardent, but never a specially good, dancer.

The appalling thing about war is that it kills all love of truth.