“There wasn't much left for anyone to die for, except the right to remain peculiar.”
“Much as I have no wish to hurt anyone's feelings, my first obligation has not been to be nice but to be true to my perhaps peculiar memories, experiences and feelings.”
“There wasn't really much else to do. Make something, and die.”
“...I remain restless and dissatisfied; what I knot with my right hand, I undo with my left, what my left hand creates, my right fist shatters”
“So much barbarism, however, still remains in the transactions of most civilized nations, that almost all independent countries choose to assert their nationality by having, to their inconvenience and that of their neighbors, a peculiar currency of their own.”
“Dying for love might be pitiable, but it wasn't much different, finally, from any other kind of dying.”