I turn and turn in my cell like a fly that doesn't know where to die.

If you beat your head against the wall, it is your head that breaks and not the wall.

I'm a pessimist because of intelligence, but an optimist because of will.

I turn and turn in my cell like a fly that doesn't know where to die.

Driving forward is the chief characteristic of western man since the Sumerians. His dread triad of vices is property-holding, voraciousness, and lust.

The old is dying and the new cannot be born. In this interregnum there arises a great diversity of morbid symptoms.

Is it better to work out consciously and critically one's own conception of the world and thus, in connection with the labours of one's own brain, choose one's sphere of activity, take an active part in the creation of the history of the world, be one's own guide, refusing to accept passively and supinely from outside the moulding of one' own personality?