And like a wind shall I one day blow amongst them and with my spirit take away their soul's breath: thus my future wills it.

The world is a work of art that gives birth to itself.

They're so cold, these scholars! May lightning strike their food so that their mouths learn how to eat fire!

How much disgruntled heaviness, lameness, dampness, how much beer is there in the German intelligence.

I hate who steals my solitude, without really offer me in exchange company.

The most general deficiency in our sort of culture and education is gradually dawning on me: no one learns, no one strives towards, no one teaches--enduring loneliness.

I know my fate. One day my name will be tied to the memory of something monstrous - a crisis without equal on earth.... I am no man, I am dynamite!