He was free, free in every way, free to behave like a fool or a machine, free to accept, free to refuse, free to equivocate; to marry, to give up the game, to drag this death weight about with him for years to come. He could do what he liked, no one had the right to advise him, there would be for him no Good or Evil unless he thought them into being.

The individual's duty is to do what he wants to do, to think whatever he likes, to be accountable to no one but himself, to challenge every idea and every person.

The poor don't know that their function in life is to exercise our generosity.

Once liberty has exploded in the soul of a man, the gods can do nothing against that man.

He is always becoming, and if it were not for the contingency of death, he would never end.

This is the basis for the joy of love when there is joy; we feel that our existence is justified.

Acting is a question of absorbing other people's personalities and adding some of your own experience.