the same question arose in every soul: "For what, for whom, must I kill and be killed?"... p982

... in marriage the great thing was love, and that with love one would always be happy, for happiness rests only on oneself.

God is the same everywhere.

Art is a human activity consisting in this, that one man consciously, by means of certain external signs, hands on to others feelings he has lived through, and that other people are infected by these feelings, and also experience them.

Understand then all of you, especially the young, that to want to impose an imaginary state of government on others by violence is not only a vulgar superstition, but even a criminal work. Understand that this work, far from assuring the well-being of humanity is only a lie, a more or less unconscious hypocrisy, camouflaging the lowest passions we posses.

Respect was invented to cover the empty place where love should be.

When one's head is gone one doesn't weep for one's hair!