With a little luck that epoch may arrive. I am on the side of those who think that things will go better when the world has changed.
Man is nothing else but what he makes of himself.
Hell is for other people.
Originally, poetry creates the myth, while the prose-writer draws its portrait.
I am a man, Jupiter, and each man must invent his own path.
I committed the first crime by creating men as mortals. After that, what more could you do, you the murderers? Come on; they already had death in them: at most you simply hastened things a little.