I never could bear the idea of anyone's expecting something from me. It always made me want to do just the opposite.

Once freedom lights its beacon in man's heart, the gods are powerless against him.

Being is. Being is in-itself. Being is what it is.

Night is falling: at dusk, you must have good eyesight to be able to tell the Good Lord from the Devil.

Neither sex, without some fertilization of the complimentary characters of the other, is capable of the highest reaches of human endeavor.

I wanted my own words. But the ones I use have dragged through I don't know how many consciences.

To choose not to choose is still to act.