We are like horses who hurt themselves as soon as they pull on their bits - and we bow our heads. We even lose consciousness of the situation, we just submit. Any re-awakening of thought is then painful.

Why is it that reality, when set down untransposed in a book, sounds false?

Love consents to all and commands only those who consent. Love is abdication. God is abdication.

It is impossible that the whole of truth should not be present at every time and every place, available for anyone who desires it.

The contemporary form of true greatness lies in a civilization founded upon the spirituality of work.

I would suggest that barbarism be considered as a permanent and universal human characteristic which becomes more or less pronounced according to the play of circumstances.

Official history is believing the murderers at their word.