One forges one's style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.

If something's just, I'll let myself be hacked to bits for it.

When sometimes, behind his back, they called him a tyrant, he merely smiled and uttered this profound observation: If some day I turn liberal, they will say I have let them down.

Civilization will not attain to its perfection until the last stone from the last church falls on the last priest.

Did science promise happiness? I do not believe it. It promised truth, and the question is to know if we will ever make happiness with truth.

Sin ought to be something exquisite, my dear boy.

If you shut up truth, and bury it underground, it will but grow.