This was but a prelude; where books are burnt human-beings will be burnt in the end

I live, which is the main point.

Our souls must become expanded by the contemplation of Nature's grandeur, before we can fully comprehend the greatness of man.

At first I was almost about to despair, I thought I never could bear it — but I did I bear it. The question remains: how?

I have smelt all the aromas there are in the fragrant kitchen they call Earth; and what we can enjoy in this life, I surely have enjoyed just like a lord!

You talk of our having an idea; we do not have an idea. The idea has us, and martyrs us, and scourges us, and drives us into the arena to fight and die for it, whether we want to or not.

He only profits from praise who values criticism.