“Death left its old tragic heaven and became the lyrical core of man: his invisible truth, his visible secret.”

Do not ask who I am and do not ask me to remain the same.

I don’t feel that it is necessary to know exactly what I am.

It would be wrong to say that the soul is an illusion or an ideological effect. On the contrary, it exists, it has a reality.

It is the certainty of being punished and not the horrifying spectacle of public punishment that must discourage crime.

You may have killed God beneath the weight of all that you have said; but don’t imagine that, with all that you are saying, you will make a man that will live longer than he.

Schools serve the same social functions as prisons and mental institutions- to define, classify, control, and regulate people.

Nature, keeping only useless secrets, had placed within reach and insight of human beings the things it was necessary for them to know.

People know what they do; frequently they know why they do what they do, but what they don’t know is what they do does.

Knowledge is not for knowing, knowledge is for cutting.

Life itself was only futility, vain words, a squabble of cap and bells.

Madness is the false punishment of a false solution, but by its own virtue, it brings to light the real problem, which can then be truly resolved.

Government is the right disposition of things.

The individual is the product of power.

Everything is dangerous, nothing is innocent.

This knowledge, so inaccessible, so formidable, the Fool, in his innocent idiocy, already possesses.

From a Christian point of view, human reason is madness compared to the reason of God, but divine reason appears as madness to human reason.

One always dies too soon – or too late. And yet one’s whole life is complete at that moment, with a line drawn neatly under it, ready for the summing up. You are — your life, and nothing else.

Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.

You can bet everything will come to an end. It’s going to be ugly and it’s going to be a mess, and it’s going to be something that somebody did in the name of God.

If my body dies, let my body die, but do not let my country die.

Better to die on one’s feet than to live on one’s knees.

End? No, the journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path. One that we all must take.

I want to die just once before my death so that I know what it feels like to be alive once again.

I will choosing to die rather than to remain alive without freedom and beg, as an alternative to death, a vastly inferior life.