That love is reverence, and worship, and glory, and the upward glance. Not a bandage for dirty sores. But they don’t know it. Those who speak of love most promiscuously are the ones who’ve never felt it. They make some sort of feeble stew out of sympathy, compassion, contempt, and general indifference, and they call it love. Once you’ve felt what it means to love as you and I know it – the total passion for the total height – you’re incapable of anything less.

Never ask people. Not about your work. Don't you know what you want? How can you stand it, not to know?

Mr. Ward, what is it that the foulest bastards on earth denounce us for, among other things? Oh yes, for our motto of 'Business as usual.' Well-business as usual, Mr. Ward!

As long as men are free to speak, a small, rational minority will always prevail over an irrational majority.

The smallest minority on earth is the individual. Those who deny individual rights cannot claim to be defenders of minorities.

I love you so much that nothing can matter to me - not even you...Only my love- not your answer. Not even your indifference

I will not die, it's the world that will end." paraphrase of unknown philosopher