Put away your gods and come and worship ours, or we will kill you and your gods!

Imagine that you are creating a fabric of human destiny with the object of making men happy in the end, giving them peace and rest at last. Imagine that you are doing this but that it is essential and inevitable to torture to death only one tiny creature...in order to found that edifice on its unavenged tears. Would you consent to be the architect on those conditions? Tell me. Tell the truth.

You are told a lot about your education, but some beautiful, sacred memory, preserved since childhood, is perhaps the best education of all. If a man carries many such memories into life with him, he is saved for the rest of his days. And even if only one good memory is left in our hearts, it may also be the instrument of our salvation one day.

I swear to you gentlemen, that to be overly conscious is a sickness, a real, thorough sickness.

It is better to be unhappy and know the worst, than to be happy in a fool's paradise.

One can fall in love and still hate.

Who doesn't desire his fathers death?