Zijn jullie kinderen van Goethe of van Atilla voeren jullie oorlog tegen de legers of tegen de mensheid, dood de mensen maar respecteer hun werken!

You desire a popular art? Begin by having a “people” whose minds are liberated, a people not crushed by misery and ceaseless toil, not brutalized by every superstition and every fanaticism, a people of itself, and victor in the fight that is being waged today.

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.

It is the artist’s business to create sunshine when the sun fails.

There is only one heroism in the world: to see the world as it is, and to love it.

Be reverent before the dawning day. Do not think of what will be in a year, or in ten years. Think of to-day.

Most men are essentially dead by thirty.

His (Swami Vivekananda) words are great music, phrases in the style of Beethoven, stirring rhythms like the march of Handel choruses. I cannot touch these sayings of his, scattered as they are through the pages of books, at thirty years' distance, without receiving a thrill through my body like an electric shock. And what shocks, what transports, must have been produced when in burning words they issued from the lips of the hero!

Any man who is really a man must learn to be alone in the midst of others, to think alone for others, and, if necessary, against others.

Thousands of animals (now billions) are butchered every day without a shadow of remorse. It cries vengeance upon all the human race.