If I cannot be myself in what I write, then the whole is nothing but lies and humbug.

Castles in the air - they are so easy to take refuge in. And so easy to build too.

I propose to raise a revolution against the lie that the majority has the monopoly of the truth.

Oh, yes--you can shout me down, I know! But you cannot answer me. The majority has might on its side--unfortunately; but right it has not.

It's a liberation to know that an act of spontaneous courage is yet possible in this world. An act that has something of unconditional beauty.

It’s a release to know that in spite of everything a premeditated act of courage is still possible.

Oh, one soon makes friends with invalids; and I need so much to have someone to live for.