I am no man, I am dynamite.

I change too quickly: my today refutes my yesterday. When I ascend I often jump over steps, and no step forgives me that.

Everywhere resoundeth the voices of those who preach death; and the earth is full of those to whom death hath to be preached.

Style ought to prove that one believes in an idea; not only that one thinks it but also feels it.

Anyone who has declared someone else to be an idiot, a bad apple, is annoyed when it turns out in the end that he isn't.

I love him who justifieth the future ones, and redeemeth the past ones: for he is willing to succumb through the present ones.

Only idiots fail to contradict themselves three times a day.