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.
The vague torment of ... ambition.
If something's just, I'll let myself be hacked to bits for it.
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones.
The day is not far off when one ordinary carrot may be pregnant with revolution.
She might have liked to try to strangle him with those slender fingers of hers, but she wanted to make a job of it and this great patience with which she waited for her claws to grow was in itself a form of enjoyment.