It belongs to the imperfection of everything human that man can only attain his desire by passing through its opposite.

A great man is one that can develop convictions in solitude and carry them out in a crowd.

A man who as a physical being is always turned toward the outside, thinking that his happiness lies outside him, finally turns inward and discovers that the source is within him.

The tyrant dies and his rule is over, the martyr dies and his rule begins.

Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.

Listen to the cry of a woman in labor at the hour of giving birth - look at the dying man's struggle at his last extremity, and then tell me whether something that begins and ends thus could be intended for enjoyment.