Power inheres in a center. You're going to the center.

You cannot buy the revolution. You cannot make the revolution. You can only be the revolution. It is in your spirit, or it is nowhere.

There's a point, around the age of twenty, when you have to choose whether to be like everybody else the rest of your life, or to make a virtue of your peculiarities.

You can’t crush ideas by suppressing them. You can only crush them by ignoring them. By refusing to think, refusing to change.

A scientist can pretend that his work isn't himself, it's merely the impersonal truth. An artist can't hide behind the truth. He can't hide anywhere.

The individual cannot bargain with the State. The State recognizes no coinage but power: and it issues the coins itself.

Where does your soul go, when you die in Hell?

Nothing said in words ever came out quite even. Things in words got twisted and ran together, instead of staying straight and fitting together.

Dead anarchists make martyrs, you know, and keep living for centuries. But absent ones can be forgotten.

There is no break in the wholeness of time.

They argued because they liked argument, liked the swift run of the unfettered mind along the paths of possibility, liked to question what was not questioned.

...all of us are somewhere on a journey to God, and the gap between least and most advanced is infinitely smaller than the gap between the most advanced and God himself.

I only back people with track record who can execute ruthlessly and flawlessly... Real killers...no matter the industry or company geography

The time you feel lonely is the time you most need to be by yourself.

My Passion uncontrolled shall rove, Doubly debauched with Wine and Love.

Good literature makes your head throb heartlike

It is from the graves and ruins and rubbish-heaps of Egypt that writings have been restored to us in great numbers.

I never cared, I was careless, Fear bein afraid or maybe I'm afraid to be fearless. Or fear bein' fearless but fearful, So even in my carelessness...gotta be careful.

Nelson Mandela can rot in prison until he dies or I die, whichever takes longer.

I'm upset. There was nothing like putting on the red shirt. (on retiring from international football)

Love is enough: though the world be a-waning, And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining.