I could not blot out hope, for hope belongs to the future.

When a great man has become petrified, and everyone begins to proclaim his greatness, he has already turned into a puppet.

Imagine an iron house without windows, absolutely indestructible, with many people fast asleep inside who will soon die of suffocation. But you know since they will die in their sleep, they will not feel the pain of death. Now if you cry aloud to wake a few of the lighter sleepers, making those unfortunate few suffer the agony of irrevocable death, do you think you are doing them a good turn?

It is in the nature of things that some people should be unlucky enough to get their heads chopped off.

But anyone who thinks themselves genuinely unbiased is bound to be taken in.

I felt that if a man's proposals met with approval, it should encourage him; if they met with opposition, it should make him fight back; but the real tragedy for him was to lift up his voice among the living and meet with no response neither approval nor opposition just as if he were left helpless in a boundless desert.

If men refuse to be kindled, sparks can only burn themselves out, just as paper images and carriages burn out on the street during funerals.