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.

All mankind is divided, as it was at all times and is still, into slaves and freemen.

Love is a state in which a man sees things most decidedly as they are not.

If there is something to pardon in everything, there is also something to condemn.

Inaction, letting be, neither creating nor destroying--that is my evil. And also the knower as one without desire.

The snake which cannot cast its skin has to die. As well the minds which are prevented from changing their opinions; they cease to be mind.

One will seldom go wrong if one attributes extreme actions to vanity, average ones to habit, and pretty ones to fear.