The press, the machine, the railway, the telegraph are premises whose thousand-year conclusion no one has yet dared to draw.

The real question is: How much truth can I stand?

You shall not steal! You shall not kill! Such words were once called holy; before them people bowrd their knees and heads, and removed their shoes. But I ask you: where have there ever been better thieves and killers in the world than such holy words have been? Is there not in all of life itself - robbing and killing? And when such words were called holy, was not truth itself thereby - killed?

No one dies of fatal truths nowadays: there are too many antidotes.

All truth is crooked, time itself is a circle

You say 'I' and you are proud of this word. But greater than this- although you will not believe in it - is your body and its great intelligence, which does not say 'I' but performs 'I'.

Where one despises, one cannot wage war.