I go where there are no slaves, hangmen or oppressors; where faith does not kill; where the one who reigns is God.
On this battlefield man has no better weapon than his intelligence, no other force but his heart.
Who does not love his own tongue is far worse than a brute or stinking fish.
He who would love much has also much to suffer.
What is death to me? I have sown the seeds others will reap.
Man works for an object. Remove that object and you reduce him into inaction.