Anxiety is a sickness of the human spirit rather than of the psyche alone.

Anxiety is the infinite which everyone is in touch with.

Anxiety is the reality of freedom as possibility anterior to possibility.

Anxiety is the only emotion that does not deceive.

An Apology is never sufficient — A wound is not cured by the unbending of the bow.

Apology is, on some occasions, nothing but rudeness.

Apology is only egotism wrong side out.

An Apology only accounts for that which it does not alter.

Fear is the fire that melts Icarian wings.

Fear is many-eyed.

Fear is the parent of cruelty.

Fear is the mother of superstition.

The Frenchman is not much good at fighting wars any more. Despite their reputation for fashion, their women have spindly legs. Their music is sappy. But they do know how to whip up a plate of grub.

The Frenchman is the only people, except the Greeks, who have been at once philosophers, poets, orators, historians, painters, architects, sculptors, ana musicians.

The Frenchman is vain; the English are vain.

The Frenchman has more real politeness, but the English possesses a better method of expressing it.