If absolute truth belongs to anyone in this world, it certainly does not belong to the man or party that claims to possess it.

Those who weep for the happy periods which they encounter in history acknowledge what they want; not the alleviation but the silencing of misery.

Poor and free rather than rich and enslaved. Of course, men want to be both rich and free, and this is what leads them at times to be poor and enslaved.

The world is unimportant and whoever recognizes this conquers his liberty.

Travel, which is like a greater and a graver science, brings us back to ourselves.

Likewise, every time somebody interjects to speak of my honesty there is someone who quivers inside me.

It is in the thick of calamity that one gets hardened to the truth - in other words, to silence.