To Live Is Not Breathing It Is

I Feel An Indescribable Ecstasy And Delirium In Melting, As It Were, Into The System Of Being, In Identifying Myself With The Whole Of Nature.

Every Man Has A Right To Risk His Own Life For The Preservation Of It.

If, By Chance, Someone Among Those Men Of Extraordinary Talent Is Found Who Has Firmness Of Soul And Who Refuses To Yield To The Genius Of His Age And To Debase Himself With Childish Works, Woe Unto Him! He Will Die In Poverty And Oblivion.

There Is Peace In Dungeons, But Is That Enough To Make Dungeons Desirable?

Those People Who Treat Politics And Morality Separately Will Never Understand Either Of Them.