āSome men are born posthumously.ā
āAll truths are bloody truths to me.ā
āThere are no facts, only interpretations.ā
āWhen somebody dies we usually need reasons for consolation, not so much to alleviate our pain as to excuse ourselves for so readily feeling consoled.ā
āBut thus do I counsel you, my friends: distrust all in whom the impulse to punish is powerful! Distrust all those who talk much of their justice!ā
āIn a seriously intended intellectual emancipation a person's mute passions and cravings also hope to find their advantage.ā
āEvery subject's duty is the Kings, but every subject's soul is his own.ā
āWe must every one be a man of his own fancy.ā
āI am not in the roll of common men.ā