This desire [to write] is rather strange all the same and is not without a certain "cracked" quality.
What do I care about Jupiter? Justice is a human issue, and I do not need a god to teach it to me.
Genius is what a man invents when he is looking for a way out.
Once freedom lights its beacon in man's heart, the gods are powerless against him.
Only the guy who isn't rowing has time to rock the boat.
I am not asking for sensational revelations, but I would like to sense the meaning of that minute, to feel it's urgency.