I have but one passion: to enlighten those who have been kept in the dark, in the name of humanity which has suffered so much and is entitled to happiness. My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.

When truth is buried, it grows. It chokes. It gathers such an explosive force that on the day it bursts out, it blows up everything with it.

If people can just love each other a little bit, they can be so happy.

Truth is on the march, and nothing will stop it.

There are two men inside the artist, the poet and the craftsman. One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman.

Sin ought to be something exquisite, my dear boy.

The fate of animals is of greater importance to me than the fear of appearing ridiculous; it is indissolubly connected with the fate of men.