When you know what men are capable of you marvel neither at their sublimity nor their baseness. There are no limits in either direction apparently.

And what is the potential man, after all? Is he not the sum of all that is human? Divine, in other words?

I'm delirious because I'm dying so fast.

Destiny is what you are supposed to do in life. Fate is what kicks you in the ass to make you do it.

Hitler is no worse, nay better, in my opinion, than the other lugs. He makes the German mistake of being tactless, that's all.

We must not just be in the world and above the world, but also of the world. To love it for what it is... is the only task. Avoid it and you are lost. Lose yourself in it, and you are free.

I didn't have to think up so much as a comma or a semicolon; it was all given, straight from the celestial recording room. Weary, I would beg for a break, an intermission, time enough, let's say, to go to the toilet or take a breath of fresh air on the balcony. Nothing doing!