Great bodies of people are never responsible for what they do.

I need silence, and to be alone and to go out, and to save one hour to consider what has happened to my world, what death has done to my world.

To enjoy freedom we have to control ourselves.

Let us simmer over our incalculable cauldron, our enthralling confusion, our hotchpotch of impulses, our perpetual miracle - for the soul throws up wonders every second. Movement and change are the essence of our being; rigidity is death; conformity is death; let us say what comes into our heads, repeat ourselves, contradict ourselves, fling out the wildest nonsense, and follow the most fantastic fancies without caring what the world does or thinks or says. For nothing matters except life.

Intellectual freedom depends upon material things.

It is far harder to kill a phantom than a reality.

And the poem, I think, is only your voice speaking.