No human beings are more dangerous than those who have suffered for a belief

I would like to explode, flow, crumble into dust, and my disintegration would be my masterpiece.

What would be left of our tragedies if an insect were to present us his?

The wise man, the sage, is hostile to the new. Disabused, he abdicates: that is his form of protest.

By all evidence we are in the world to do nothing; but instead of nonchalantly promenading our own corruption, we exude our sweat and grow winded upon the fetid air.

If we had the courage to confront the doubts we timidly conceive about ourselves, none of us would utter an 'I' without shame.

A great step forward was made the day men understood that in order to torment one another more efficiently they would have to gather together, to organize themselves into a society