Man is the cruelest animal. At tragedies, bullfights, and crucifixions he has so far felt best on earth; and when he invented hell for himself, behold, that was his very heaven.

That which does not kill us makes us stronger.

There is always madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

Sometimes people don't want to hear the truth because they don't want their illusions destroyed.

There are two different types of people in the world, those who want to know, and those who want to believe.

I was in darkness, but I took three steps and found myself in paradise. The first step was a good thought, the second, a good word; and the third, a good deed.

There will always be rocks in the road ahead of us. They will be stumbling blocks or stepping stones; it all depends on how you use them.

You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.

I'm not upset that you lied to me, I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you.

Enjoy life. This is not a dress rehearsal.

The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything.

Women sometimes allow you to be unfaithful to their love

I learned to swallow words back, hold secrets on my tongue until they dissolved like soap bubbles.

When I came to power, I did not want the concentration camps to become old age pensioners homes, but instruments of terror.

I guess I'm quite used to not being understood rather than being understood.

I think it's a brilliant tool to have, not only to have a sense of humor, but to be able to use humor to help one navigate life, and I tend not to be that type of person. I wish I were.

When one sees that everything exists as an illusion, one can live in a higher sphere than ordinary man.

Never stop reading. History doesn't repeat, but it does rhyme.

Jesus is not a good way to heaven, nor even the best way. He is the only way to heaven.

The streams with softest sound are flowing, The grass you almost hear it growing, You hear it now, if e'er you can.

The rain of matter upon sense Destroys me momently. The score: There comes what will come.