In going to America one learns that poverty is not a necessary accompaniment to civilization.

A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.

One of the many lessons that one learns in prison is, that things are what they are and will be what they will be.

Human life--that appeared to him the one thing worth investigating. Compared to it there was nothing else of any value. It was true that as one watched life in its curious crucible of pain and pleasure, one could not wear over one's face a mask of glass, nor keep the sulphurous fumes from troubling the brain and making the imagination turbid with monstrous fancies and misshapen dreams.

Because sometimes you have to do something bad to do something good.

Self-denial is simply a method by which arrests his progress, and self-sacrifice a survival of the mutilation of the savage.

Oh, I hate the cheap severity of abstract ethics!