“The leaders come and go, but the people remain. Only the people are immortal.”

It’s not the people who vote that count. It’s the people who count the votes.

You know, they are fooling us, there is no God.

The only real power comes out of a long rifle.

When you chop wood, splinters fly.

This creature softened my heart of stone. She died and with her died my last warm feelings for humanity.

The rich experience of history teaches that up to now not a single class has voluntarily made way for another class.

How do you expect the Germans to revolt when they don’t even dare walk on the grass?

Education is a weapon the effect of which is determined by the hands which wield it, by who is to be struck down.

Remember how the first world war broke out. It broke out as a result of the desire to redivide the world.

In the Soviet army it takes more courage to retreat than advance.

There are no fortresses that Bolsheviks cannot storm.

The Jews are not a nation!

Take some exercise, try to recover the look of a human being.

Gratitude is a sickness suffered by dogs.

If the opposition disarms, well and good. If it refuses to disarm, we shall disarm it ourselves.

The writer is the engineer of the human soul.

All is not lost, the unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and the courage never to submit or yield.

Make me immortal with a kiss.

What they need is a little immorality in their lives. Then they wouldn’t be so busy looking for it in other people’s.

I intend to live forever. So far, so good.

If I should die, I have left no immortal work behind me — nothing to make my friends proud of my memory — but I have loved the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had had time I would have made myself remembered.

Some people say that ‘Drag Race’ is about glory and immortalizing yourself in the Hall of Fame. For me, it’s about shaking RuPaul down for her money.

We all have to die some day. Not very many immortals have shown up in this world.

Death consists, indeed, in a repeated process of unrobing, or unsheathing. The immortal part of man shakes off from itself, one after the other, its outer casings, and – as the snake from its skin, the butterfly from its chrysalis – emerges from one after another, passing into a higher state of consciousness.