As soon as any one is near me, his personality disturbs my self-complacency and restricts my freedom. In twenty-four hours I begin to hate the best of men: one because he's too long over his dinner; another because he has a cold and keeps on blowing his nose. I become hostile to people the moment they come close to me. But it has always happened that the more I detest men individually the more ardent becomes my love for humanity.

They tease me now, telling me it was only a dream. But does it matter whether it was a dream or reality, if the dream made known to me the truth?

Only to live, to live and live! Life, whatever it may be!

For if there's no everlasting God, there's no such thing as virtue, and there's no need of it.

It is a law of nature that every decent man on earth is bound to be a coward and a slave

There is immeasurably more left inside than what comes out in words.

I wanted to discuss the suffering of humanity in general, but perhaps we'd better confine ourselves to the sufferings of children.