Natural forces are not quarrelsome. You cannot quarrel with the wind that embraces you and humiliates you by blowing off your hat in a crowded street. He had no quarrel with me.
Neither a boulder, falling on my head, would have had. He fell upon me in accordance with the law by which he was moved, not of gravitation, like a detached stone, but of self-preservation.
Man alone is quite capable of the worst atrocities. We want, in so many ways, to be. But man will never keep still on his heap of mud. He wants to be like this, and he also wants to be like that… He wants to be a saint, and he wants to be a demon. And every time he closes his eyes, he sees himself as a nice guy, much better than he will ever have the possibility of… in a dream