In crime the egoist has hitherto asserted himself and mocked at the sacred; the break with the sacred, or rather of the sacred, may become general. A revolution never returns, but an immense, reckless, shameless, conscienceless, proud—crime, doesn't it rumble in the distant thunder, and don't you see how the sky grows ominously silent and gloomy?

The object of the state is always the same: to limit the individual, to tame him, to subordinate him, to subjugate him.

Crimes spring from fixed ideas.

The divine is God's concern; the human, man's. My concern is neither the divine nor the human, not the true, good, just, free, etc., but solely what is mine, and it is not a general one, but is -- unique, as I am unique. Nothing is more to me than myself!

What I have in my power, that is my own. So long as I assert myself as holder, I am the proprietor of the thing.

Whoever knows how to take, to defend, the thing, to him belongs property.

It is not recognized in the full amplitude of the word that all freedom is essentially self-liberation - that I can have only so much freedom as I procure for myself by my owness.