“So one must be resigned to being a clock that measures the passage of time, now out of order, now repaired, and whose mechanism generates despair and love as soon as its maker sets it going? Are we to grow used to the idea that every man relives ancient torments, which are all the more profound because they grow comic with repetition? That human existence should repeat itself, well and good, but that it should repeat itself like a hackneyed tune, or a record a drunkard keeps playing as he feeds coins into the jukebox…”

“Pretend that you believe, even to yourself. Do everything as if you are fearless. Repeat it to yourself so much, that if faith doesn’t come naturally, it comes as a practiced habit.”

“He who doesn’t understand history is doomed to repeat it.”

“An error does not become truth by reason of multiplied propagation, nor does the truth become error because nobody will see it.(Young India 1924-1926)”