He who speaks of enemies , himself is the enemy.

Art is not a mirror. Art is a hammer.

First the grub, then the morals.

Then I will tell you something. I do not believe in it. Forty years among men has consistently taught me that they are not amenable to commonsense. Show them the red tail of a comet, fill them with black terror, and they will all come running out of their houses and break their legs. But tell them one sensible proposition, and support it with seven reasons, and they will simply laugh in your face.

There are a few things that'll move people to pity, a few, but the trouble is, when they've been used several times, they no longer work.

The first time it was reported that our friends were being butchered there was a cry of horror. Then a hundred were butchered. But when a thousand were butchered and there was no end to the butchery, a blanket of silence spread. When evil-doing comes like falling rain, nobody calls out "stop!" When crimes begin to pile up they become invisible. When sufferings become unendurable the cries are no longer heard. The cries, too, fall like rain in summer.

The finest plans have always been spoiled by the littleness of them that should carry them out. Even emperors can't do it all by themselves.