When Nothing Hampers Action, The Soul Has

The More A Man Lives, The More A Man Creates, The More A Man Loves And Loses Those Whom He Loves, The More Does He Escape From Death. With Every New Blow That We Have To Bear, With Every New Work That We Round And Finish, We Escape From Ourselves, We Escape Into The Work We Have Created, The Soul We Have Loved, The Soul That Has Left Us.

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.

All These Young Millionaires Were Anarchists, Of Course: When A Man Possesses Everything It Is The Supreme Luxury For Him To Deny Society: For In That Way He Can Evade His Responsibilities

There Is No Joy Other Than The Joy Of Creating. There Is No Man Who Is Truly Alive Other Than One Who Is Creating. All Others Are Just Shadows On The Earth With Nothing To Do With Being Alive. The Joy Of Living, Whether It Is Love Or Action, Is The Joy Of Creating.

Let Us Return To Our Eagle's Nest In The Himalayas. It Is Waiting For Us, For It Is Ours, Eaglets Of Europe, We Need Not Renounce Any Part Of Our Real Nature...whence We Formerly Took Our Flight.