Once I thought that to be human was the highest aim a man could have, but I see now that it was meant to destroy me. To-day I am proud to say that I am inhuman, that I belong not to men and governments, that I have nothing to do with creeds and principles. I have nothing to do with the creaking machinery of humanity - I belong to the earth!

Instead of asking 'How much damage will the work in question bring about?' why not ask 'How much good? How much joy?'

Every man with a bellyful of the classics is an enemy to the human race.

A book lying idle on a shelf is wasted ammunition.

Think only what is right there, what is right under your nose to do. It's such a simple thing - that's why people can't do it.

Jump off. You are a protected individual. Do not fear.

Sin, guilt, neurosis; they are one and the same, the fruit of the tree of knowledge.