I do not forgive myself for being born. It is as if creeping into this world, I had profaned a mystery, betrayed some momentous pledge, committed a fault of nameless gravity.

Who Rebels? Who rises in arms? Rarely the slave, but almost always the oppressor turned slave.

All great ideas should be followed by an exclamation mark - a warning signal similar to the skull and crossbones drawn on high-voltage transformers.

To possess a high degree of consciousness, to be always aware of yourself in relation to the world, to live in the permanent tension of knowledge, means to be lost for life.

I foresee the day when we shall read nothing but telegrams and prayers.

Nothing proves that we are more than nothing.

Tragic paradox of freedom: the mediocre men who alone make its exercise possible cannot guarantee its duration.