In our hatred, we are like bees who must pay with their lives for the use of their stingers

Nationalism: a state of mind in which you do not love your own country as much as you hate somebody else’s .

Really, this people, only yesterday so intelligent and discerning, seem to have been overcome by a disease of the mind

My dear countrymen, I hope that you will live to see the day when you learn to believe in other gods than a few movie whores and a couple of prize-fighters.