My Time Has Not Yet

I Call A Lie: Wanting Not To See Something One Does See, Wanting Not To See Something As One Sees It... The Most Common Lie Is The Lie One Tells To Oneself; Lying To Others Is Relatively The Exception.

There Is Always Some Madness In Love.

Love And Hatred Are Not Blind, But Are Blinded By The Fire They Bear Within Themselves.

Whoever Does Not Know How To Find The Way To His Ideal Lives More Frivolously And Impudently Than The Man Without An Ideal.

My Conception Of Freedom. — The Value Of A Thing Sometimes Does Not Lie In That Which One Attains By It, But In What One Pays For It — What It Costs Us. Liberal Institutions Cease To Be Liberal As Soon As They Are Attained: Later On, There Are No Worse And No More Thorough Injurers Of Freedom Than Liberal Institutions.