Above all, what socialist, without flushing with shame, maintains he is not a revolutionary? We say: none!.

If we hope and even assume that the social question will be answered through communism, and not in this or that country but in the world, any thought of centralization must be a monstrosity.

Anarchists prepare for social revolution and use every means - speech, writing, or deed, whichever is more to the point; to accelerate revolutionary development.

It is the lash of hunger which compels the poor man to submit. In order to live he must sell - 'voluntarily' sell - himself every day and hour to the 'beast of property.'

The existing system will be quickest and most radically overthrown by the annihilation of its exponents. Therefore, massacres of the enemies of the people must be set in motion.

Fortunately, no country was ever more suited for anarchist agitation than present-day America.

Is anarchism desirable? Well, who does not seek freedom? What man, unless willing to declare himself in bondage, would care to call any control agreeable? Think about it!

Among all mental diseases that have been systematically inoculated into the human cranium, the religious pest is the most abominable.

We need do no more than repeat: only under communism does the individual become himself and lead his own life.

Whoever looks at America will see: the ship is powered by stupidity, corruption, or prejudice.

As set forth by theologians, the idea of 'God' is an argument that assumes its own conclusions, and proves nothing.

When we're deluded there's a world to escape. When we're aware, there's nothing to escape.

I studied piano for many years, and I still play. I'm a complete amateur, and I wouldn't consider myself very good at all, but I enjoy it.

It is significant that one says book lover and music lover and art lover but not record lover or CD lover or, conversely, text lover.

I guess I just prefer to see the dark side of things. The glass is always half-empty. And cracked. And I just cut my lip on it. And chipped a tooth.

The very impossibility which I find to prove that God is not, discovers to me his existence.

To criticize Facebook is to criticize the telephone.

I am a jumble of passions, misgivings, and wants. It seems that I am always in a state of wishing and rarely in a state of contentment.

If you are silent through meditation, utterly silent, suddenly you feel a tremendous urge to create something.

Last night I learned how to be a lover of God. To live in this world and call nothing my own.

Nothing else is all right.” His whisper tickles my cheek. “But we are.