I am not a human being, I am dynamite.

I know my fate. One day my name will be associated with the memory of something tremendous — a crisis without equal on earth, the most profound collision of conscience, a decision that was conjured up against everything that had been believed, demanded, hallowed so far. I am no man, I am dynamite.

Whoever turns away from us might not offend us in doing so perhaps, but he certainly offends our followers.

How far is truth susceptible of embodiment? That is the question, that is the experiment.

Our faith in others betrays that we would rather have faith in ourselves. Our longing for a friend is our betrayer. And often with our love we want merely to overcome envy. And often we attack and make ourselves enemies, to conceal that we are vulnerable.

The love of truth has its reward in heaven and even on earth.

O my brothers, am I then cruel? But I say: that which is falling should also be pushed!