The degree of civilization in a society can be judged by entering its prisons.

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.

I used to imagine adventures for myself, I invented a life, so that I could at least exist somehow.

Killing myself was a matter of such indifference to me that I felt like waiting for a moment when it would make some difference.

There is only one way to salvation, and that is to make yourself responsible for all men's sins. As soon as you make yourself responsible in all sincerity for everything and for everyone, you will see at once that this is really so, and that you are in fact to blame for everyone and for all things.

I will put up with any mockery rather than pretend that I am satisfied when I am hungry.

Let us be servants in order to be leaders.