“It is easier to fight for one’s principles than to live up to them.”
Marriage must fight constantly against a monster which devours everything: routine.
Always bear in mind that the people are not fighting for ideas, for the things in anyone’s head. They are fighting to win material benefits, to live better and in peace, to see their lives go forward, to guarantee the future of their children.
I am not interested in dry economic socialism. We are fighting against misery, but we are also fighting against alienation.
Beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and devil are fighting there, and the battlefield is the heart of man.
Happiness is like those palaces in fairy tales whose gates are guarded by dragons: we must fight in order to conquer it.
only he who fights the darkness within will the day after tomorrow have his own share in the sun.
First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win.
As we advance in life it becomes more and more difficult, but in fighting the difficulties the inmost strength of the heart is developed.
The world is a fine place and worth the fighting for and I hate very much to leave it.
It is harder to fight against pleasure than against anger.
The development of the proletarian elite does not take place in an academic setting. Rather, it is brought about by battles in the factories and unions, by disciplinary punishments and some very dirty fights within the parties and outside of them, by jail sentences and illegality.
In fact men will fight for a superstition quite as quickly as for a living truth - often more so, since a superstition is so intangible you cannot get at it to refute it, but truth is a point of view, and so is changeable.
Socialists cannot achieve their great aim without fighting against all oppression of nations.
Life is a strange thing. Why this longing for life? It is a game which no man wins. To live is to toil hard and to suffer sore, till old age creeps heavily upon us and we throw down our hands on the cold ashes of dead fires. It is hard to live. In pain the babe sucks his first breath, in pain the old man gasps his last, and all his days are full of trouble and sorrow; yet he goes down to the open arms of death, stumbling, falling, with head turned backward, fighting to the last. And death is kind. It is only life and the things of life that hurt. Yet we love life and we hate death. It is very strange.
It is the fight alone that pleases us, not the victory.
The rivalry is with ourself. I try to be better than is possible. I fight against myself, not against the other.
“The poor go to war, to fight and die for the delights, riches, and superfluities of others.”
When rich people fight wars with one another, poor people are the ones to die.
Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.
“The nation that will insist on drawing a broad line of demarcation between the fighting man and the thinking man is liable to find its fighting done by fools and its thinking done by cowards.
If it is nothingness that awaits us, let us make an injustice of it, let us fight against destiny, even without hope of victory.