In a morbid condition of the brain, dreams often have a singular actuality, vividness, and extraordinary semblance of reality.

In every idea of genius or in every new human idea, or, more simply still, in every serious human idea born in anyone's brain, there is something that cannot possibly be conveyed to others.

I don't need money, or, better, it's not money that I need; it's not even power; I need only what is obtained by power and simply cannot be obtained without power: the solitary and calm awareness of strength! That is the fullest definition of freedom, which the world so struggles over!

Only the heart knows how to find what is precious.

For, after all, you do grow up, you do outgrow your ideals, which turn to dust and ashes, which are shattered into fragments; and if you have no other life, you just have to build one up out of these fragments.

What man wants is simply independent choice, whatever that independence may cost and wherever it may lead.

Right or wrong, it's very pleasant to break something from time to time.