I would rather have this life of combat than the moral calm and mournful stupor of these last years. God give me struggle, enemies, howling crowds, all the combot of which I am capable.

You are a vain fellow. You want to be a hero. That is why you do such silly things. A hero!... I don't quite know what that is: but, you see, I imagine that a hero is a man who does what he can. The others do not do it.

Passion is like genius: a miracle.

Everything is music for the born musician.

Thousands of animals (now billions) are butchered every day without a shadow of remorse. It cries vengeance upon all the human race.

Any man who is really a man must learn to be alone in the midst of others, to think alone for others, and, if necessary, against others.

History furnishes to politics all the arguments that it needs, for the chosen cause.