The genuine artist is as much a dissatisfied person as the revolutionary, yet how diametrically opposed are the products each distills from his dissatisfaction.

When cowardice is made respectable, its followers are without number both from among the weak and the strong; it easily becomes a fashion.

Faith in humanity, in posterity, in the destiny of one's religion, nation, race, party or family-what is it but the visualization of that eternal something to which we attach the self that is about to be annihilated?

A nation without dregs and malcontents is orderly, peaceful and pleasant, but perhaps without the seed of things to come.

Humility is not renunciation of pride but the substitution of one pride for another.

It is not actual suffering but the taste of better things which excites people to revolt.

Though dissenters seem to question everything in sight, they are actually bundles of dusty answers and never conceived a new question. What offends us most in the literature of dissent is the lack of hesitation and wonder.