Everything the State says is a lie, and everything it has it has stolen.

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

When the gratitude that many owe to one discards all modesty, then there is fame.

The truthful man ends up realizing that he always lies.

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

The command 'become hard! ', the deep conviction that all creators are hard, is the really distinctive sign of a Dionysian nature.

I am not a man, I am dynamite!