When the rich fight the rich, it is the poor who die.
It is too early to love all mankind. We shall buy the right to do so by shedding blood.
If you die, I will lie down beside you and stay there to the very end, without eating or drinking; you will rot away in my embrace, and I will love your carrion flesh; for you do not love at all, if you do not love everything.
Do you think that I count the days? We have only one now, that begins and begins again; it is given to us with the dawn and taken away with the night.
Yes, Yes, I know. Those who see me rarely trust my word; I must look far too intelligent to keep it.
There are two kinds of poor – those who are poor in company and those who are poor alone. The first are the real poor, the others are the rich who’ve been unlucky.
Night is falling; at twilight a man needs good eyesight to distinguish the good Lord from the Devil.
If you still have in you, forgive me. Rancor is heavy and belongs to the earth. Leave it on earth, and die the lighter.
I will not be modest. As humble as you please, but not modest. Modesty is the virtue of the half-hearted.
I wanted pure love: ridiculous nonsense. To love anyone is to hate the same enemy; therefore I will adopt your hates. I wanted to do Good: foolishness. On this earth at present Good and Evil are inseparable. I agree to be bad in order to become good.
I tell you truly: all men on earth are prophets, or God does not exist.
I recognize but one Church: the community of men.
