I think that when you remember, remember, remember everything like that, you could go on until you remember what was there before you were in the world.

A holy spirit lives within you.

Where there is a man who does not labor because another is compelled to work for him, there slavery is.

Men are so accustomed to maintaining external order by violence that they cannot conceive of life being possible without violence.

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.

War is so unjust and ugly that all who wage it must try to stifle the voice of conscience within themselves.

Very often, all the activity of the human mind is directed not in revealing the truth, but in hiding the truth