O, then, at last relent: Is there no placeLeft for repentance, none for pardon left?None left but by submission; and that wordDisdain forbids me
cursed is the ground because of you; through painful toil you will eat of it all the days of your life
that others be more loved than I,grant me the grace to desire it
Above all, don't lie to yourself.
It was not my intention to collapse; no, I would die standing
the path to becoming perfect means going through Hell
only by coming to terms with this threat, confronting it undaunted, can a free life unfold
I shall wait for you in death's halls, my Love
parched earth loves the rain
The blame of those your better, The hate of those you guard.
I would be a coward if I saw truth attacked and yet remained silent
there is something outside computation in human understanding
'Look', I said to him, 'you may be tossing golden crowns studded with diamonds to other people, but the way that you throw them can smash heads'
only that which is, or is becoming, alien can be rediscovered
How much evil must we do in order to do good?
we're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine and the machine is bleeding to death
I am not a prophet. I am a farmer; the land has been my livelihood since my youth
frequently wrong, never in doubt
we value morality because only honest men can ever be scientific
When we act, we create our own reality. And while you're busy studying that reality—we'll act again
