Hungarian Language — savage it may be but of a beauty that has nothing human about it, with sonorities of another universe, powerful and corrosive, appropriate to prayer, to groans and to tears, risen out of hell to perpetuate its accent and its aura…words of nectar and cyanide.

Far from diminishing the appetite for power, suffering exasperates it.

Only superficial minds approach an idea with delicacy.

In the hours without sleep, each moment is so full and so vacant that it suggests itself as a rival of Time.

Basis of society: anonymous sweat.

What strangely enchanted tunes gush forth during those sleepless nights!

The more intense a spiritual leader's appetite for power, the more he is concerned to limit it to others.