I must make up my mind which is right – society or I.

To see one's goal and to drive toward it, steeling one's heart, is most uplifting.

I'm plotting revolution against this lie that the majority has a monopoly of the truth. What are these truths that always bring the majority rallying round? Truths so elderly they are practically senile. And when a truth is as old as that, gentlemen, you can hardly tell it from a lie.

What ought a man be? Well, my short answer is 'himself'.

Everything that I have written is closely related to something that I have lived through.

A party is like a sausage machine, it grinds up all sorts of heads together into the same baloney.

What sort of truths are they that the majority usually supports? They are truths that are of such advanced age that they are beginning to break up. And if a truth is as old as that, it is also in a fair way to become a lie, gentlemen.