“The tradition of all dead generations weighs like a nightmare on the brains of the living.”

Society as a whole is more and more splitting up into two great hostile camps.

The task is not just to understand the world but to change it.

Taxes are the source of life for the bureaucracy, the army and the court, in short, for the whole apparatus of the executive power. Strong government and heavy taxes are identical.

The foundation of irreligious criticism is: Man makes religion, religion does not make man.

To be radical is to go to the root of the matter. For man, however, the root is man himself.

People who make you laugh, who help you when you’re in need. People who genuinely care. They are the ones worth keeping in your life. Everyone else is just passing through.

Perseus wore a magic cap down over his eyes and ears as a make-believe that there are no monsters.

There is a specter haunting Europe, the specter of Communism.

Ignorance never yet helped anybody.

Nothing can have value without being an object of utility.

From each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs.

Education is free. Freedoom of education shall be enjoyed under the condition fixed by law and under the supreme control of the state.

Revolutions are the locomotives of history.

Change the economic base and you will change human beings.

We call communism the real movement which abolishes the present state of things.

Reason has always existed, but not always in a reasonable form.

Do not be so open-minded that your brains fall out.

Brain: an apparatus with which we think we think.

I love getting into people’s brains and understanding the creative impetus for something.

Sometimes our brains are our own worst enemy because grace isn’t logical.

Fear has no brains; it is an idiot.

At the back of our brains is a blaze of astonishment at our own existence. The object of the artistic and spiritual life is to dig for this sunrise of wonder.

I waited for the idea to consolidate, for the grouping and composition of themes to settle themselves in my brain.

MIND, n. A mysterious form of matter secreted by the brain. Its chief activity consists in the endeavour to ascertain its own nature, the futility of the attempt being due to the fact that it has nothing but itself to know itself with.