Conflictis the gadfly of thought. It stirs us to observation and memory. Itinstigates to invention. It shocks us out of sheeplikepassivity, and sets us at noting and contriving.
The tormentof human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the knowledge that theself is in prison, its vital force and ‘mangled mind’ leaking away in lonely,wasteful self-conflict.
People whoare too concerned with how well they are doing will be less successful andfeel less competent than those who focus on the task itself... Somepsychologists call it a conflict between egoorientation, or between extrinsicand intrinsic motivation...
The mostdramatic conflicts are perhaps, those that take place not between men butbetween a man and himself where the arena of conflict is a solitary mind.
Power is not a means, it is an end. One does not establisha dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution; one makes the revolutionin order to establish the dictatorship.