I Sometimes Think Love Consists Precisely Of

If God Does Not Exist, Then Everything Is Permissible.

But What Are Years, What Are Months!" He Would Exclaim. "why Count The Days, When Even One Day Is Enough For Man To Know All Happiness.

I Go To Spread The Tidings, I Want To Spread The Tidings Of What? Of The Truth , For I Have Seen It, Have Seen It With My Own Eyes , Have Seen It In All Its Glory .

All The Utopias Will Come To Pass Only When We Grow Wings And All People Are Converted Into Angels.

Anyone Who Can Appease A Man's Conscience Can Take His Freedom Away From Him.