Of All Evil I Deem You Capable:

Sensuality Often Makes Love Grow Too Quickly, So That The Root Remains Weak And Is Easy To Pull Out.

It Is My Ambition To Say In Ten Sentences What Others Say In A Whole Book.

The Greatest Cure For Love Is Still That Time Honoured Medicine - Love Returned.

I Know My Fate. One Day My Name Will Be Associated With The Memory Of Something Tremendous — A Crisis Without Equal On Earth, The Most Profound Collision Of Conscience, A Decision That Was Conjured Up Against Everything That Had Been Believed, Demanded, Hallowed So Far. I Am No Man, I Am Dynamite.

What I Understand By "philosopher": A Terrible Explosive In The Presence Of Which Everything Is In Danger.