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.

Our destiny rules over us, even when we are not yet aware of it; it is the future that makes laws for our today.

Reality is captured in the categorical nets of Language only at the expense of fatal distortion.

Once spirit was God, then it became man, and now it is even becoming mob.

The child as a monument to the passion of two people; the will to oneness in two.

What was a lie in the father becomes a conviction in the son.

Man is not equally moral at all hours, this is well known. If his morality is judged to be the capability for great self-sacrificing resolutions and self-denial (which, when continuous and grown habitual, are called holiness)