“It is human nature to think wisely and act in an absurd fashion.”

It is the certainty that they possess the truth that makes men cruel.

What can be more foolish than to think that all this rare fabric of heaven and earth could come by chance?

Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.

In art as in love, instinct is enough.

The books that everybody admires are those that nobody reads.

All the good writers of confessions, from Augustine onwards, are men who are still a little in love with their sins.

Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe.

We have never heard the devil’s side of the story, God wrote all the book.

It is good to collect things, but it is better to go on walks.

Whatever one may do, one is always alone in the world.

If fifty million people say a foolish thing, it is still a foolish thing.

As to the kind of truth one finds in books, it is a truth that enables us sometimes to discern what things are not, without ever enabling us to discover what they are.

Armenia is dying, but it will survive. The little blood that is left is precious blood that will give birth to a heroic generation. A nation that does not want to die, does not die.

To accomplish great things, we must dream as well as act.

Determination. To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream. Not only plan, but also believe.

Man is so made that he can only find relaxation from one kind of labor by taking up another.

The human heart is vast enough to contain all the world.

Religion is a history of wickedness that has served to corrupt and brutalize humankind; and, for my part, I sincerely detest it as I detest everything that is cruel.

If you think about some of the things that are being talked about by thoughtful, intelligent scientists, you realize that in 100 years the human race won’t even be recognizable.

I can say with sincerity that I like cats. A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other.

Some of us are afraid of dying; others of human loneliness. Profane was afraid of land or seascapes like this, where nothing else lived but himself.

I like the crazy ones- the ones made of a little bit of human and a lot of star.

For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

All investigations of Time, however sophisticated or abstract, have at their true base the human fear of mortality.