Nothing Is Stranger To Man Than His

The Sole Perfection Which Modern Civilization Attains Is A Mechanical One; Machines Are Splendid And Flawless, But The Life Which Serves Them Or Is Served By Them, Is Neither Superb Nor Brilliant, Nor More Perfect Nor More Graceful; Nor Is The Work Of The Machines Perfect; Only They, The Machines, Are Like Gods.

It Was A Great Thing To Be A Human Being. It Was Something Tremendous. Suddenly I'm Conscious Of A Million Sensations Buzzing In Me Like Bees In A Hive. Gentlemen, It Was A Great Thing.

Relativism Is Neither A Method Of Fighting, Nor A Method Of Creating, For Both Of These Are Uncompromising And At Times Even Ruthless; Rather, It Is A Method Of Cognition.

I Think I Am Slowly Becoming An Anarchist, That This Is Only Another Label For My Privateness, And I Think That You Will Understand This In The Sense Of Being Against Collectivity.

Be These People Either Conservatives Or Socialists, Yellows Or Reds, The Most Important Thing Is - And That Is The Point I Want To Stress - That All Of Them Are Right In The Plain And Moral Sense Of The Word.