If something's just, I'll let myself be hacked to bits for it.
One forges one's style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.
I would rather die of passion than of boredom.
Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.
The only basis for living is believing in life, loving it, and applying the whole force of one's intellect to know it better.
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.