I could not get over two facts, both equally difficult for the imagination to grasp, and one was that I could have been murdered. But the other was that I had been ready to commit murder. I saw nothing very clearly, but I did see this: that my life, my real life, was in danger, and not from anything other people might do but from the hatred I carried in my heart.

In an individual, selfishness uglifies the soul; for the human species, selfishness is extinction.

Fantasy. Lunacy. All revolutions are, until they happen, then they are historical inevitabilities.

You say you're 'depressed' - all i see is resilience. You are allowed to feel messed up and inside out. It doesn't mean you're defective - it just means you're human.

The earth has a skin and that skin has diseases; one of its diseases is called man.

One must pay dearly for immortality; one has to die several times while still alive.