The people’s good fortune is my misfortune!

The State calls its own violence, law; but that of the individual, crime.

Whoever will be free must make himself free. Freedom is no fairy gift to fall into a man's lap. What is freedom? To have the will to be responsible for one's self.

Freedom cannot be granted. It must be taken.

Whoso is full of sacred (religious, moral, humane) love loves only the spook, the "true man," and persecutes with dull mercilessness the individual, the real man.

We don't call it sin today, we call it self-expression.

Religion itself is without genius. There is no religious genius and no one would be permitted to distinguish between the talented and the untalented in religion.

My power is my property. My power gives me property. My power am I myself, and through it am I my property.

If it is right for me, it is right. It is possible that it is wrong for others: let them take care of themselves!

A race of altruists is necessarily a race of slaves. A race of free men is necessarily a race of egoists.

Whoever is a complete person does not need to be an authority.

Awakened at midnightby the sound of the water jarcracking from the ice

If at the end of the day the people of our city escape, it will be good.But if somehow our democracy remains standing - it will be even better.

I'm not a golf player. I think golf and fishing are the same, but at the end of the day, you can't fry up and golf ball and dip it in tartar sauce. So I'm a fisherman.

I'm so in control of my life, you shouldn't dislike anything I do-because I'm not only in the best place I've ever been, but it keeps getting better and better.

Money never prevented anyone from being happy or unhappy.

When the fire of prayer goes out, the barrenness of busyness takes over.

The views of men can only be known, or guessed at, by their words or actions.

I have kiddingly called it the 'Super Bowl,' which obviously can be improved upon.

A poet is a musician who can't sing.

Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odors, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken.