I do value my work awfully; but in reality only consider this: all this world of ours is nothing but a speck of mildew, which has grown up on a tiny planet. And for us to suppose we can have something great - ideas, work - it's all dust and ashes.

In order to obtain and hold power a man must love it. Thus the effort to get it is not likely to be coupled with goodness, but with the opposite qualities of pride, craft and cruelty.

It's not so much that he can't fall in love, but he has not the weakness necessary.

As soon as man applies his intelligence to any object at all, he unfailingly destroys the object.

All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow.

If we would only testify to the truth as we see it, it would turn out that there are hundreds, thousands, even millions of other people just as we are, who see the truth as we do...and are only waiting, again as we are, for someone to proclaim it. The Kingdom of God is within you.

Be bad, but at least don't be a liar, a deceiver!