Above all, don't lie to yourself.

You’re a gentleman,” they used to say to him. “You shouldn’t have gone murdering people with a hatchet; that’s no occupation for a gentleman.

What if, when this fog scatters and flies upward, the whole rotten, slimey city goes with it, rises with the fog and vanishes like smoke.

In sinning, each man sins against all, and each man is at least partly guilt for another's sin. There is no isolated sin.

When . . . in the course of all these thousands of years has man ever acted in accordance with his own interests?

But try getting blindly carried away by your feelings, without reasoning, without a primary cause, driving consciousness away at least for a time; start hating, or fall in love, only so as not to sit with folded arms.

Only one thing matters, one thing; to be able to dare!