To lose one's life is but to lose the present; and, clearly, to lose a defiled, worthless present is not to lose much.

Death has but one terror, that it has no tomorrow.

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

The autonomous individual, striving to realize himself and prove his worth, has created all that is great in literature, art, music, science and technology. The autonomous individual, also, when he can neither realize himself nor justify his existence by his own efforts, is a breeding call of frustration, and the seed of the convulsions which shake our world to its foundations.

The passion to get ahead is sometimes born of the fear lest we be left behind.

Creativity is discontent translated into arts.

The sense of inferiority inherent in the act of imitation breeds resentment. The impulse of the imitators is to overcome the model they imitate.