Your body is the harp of your soul and it is yours to bring forth sweet music from it or confused sounds.
What are your possessions but things you keep and guard for fear you may need them tomorrow?
You are good in countless ways, and you are not evil when you are not good, you are only loitering and sluggard.
Where can I find a man governed by reason instead of habits and urges.
I have a yearning for my beautiful country, and I love its people because of their misery. But if my people rose, stimulated by plunder and motivated by what they call "patriotic spirit" to murder, and invaded my neighbour's country, then upon the committing of any human atrocity I would hate my people and my country.
No human relation gives one possession in another—every two souls are absolutely different. In friendship or in love, the two side by side raise hands together to find what one cannot reach alone.