The great mystery is not that we should have been thrown down here at random between the profusion of matter and that of the stars; it is that from our very prison we should draw, from our own selves, images powerful enough to deny our own nothingness.

Christ...an anarchist who succeeded. That's all.

To command is to serve, nothing more and nothing less.

There are not fifty ways of fighting, there's only one, and that's to win. Neither revolution nor war consists in doing what one pleases.

One can fool life for a long time, but in the end it always makes us what we were intended to be.

The twenty-first century will be spiritual or it will not be.

The attempt to force human beings to despise themselves is what I call hell.