The rebel can never find peace. He knows what is good and, despite himself, does evil. The value which supports him is never given to him once and for all - he must fight to uphold it, unceasingly.

Slave camps under the flag of freedom, massacres justified by philanthropy or the taste of the superhuman, cripple judgment. On the day when crime puts on the apparel of innocence, through a curious reversal peculiar to our age, it is innocence that is called on to justify itself. The purpose of this essay is to accept and study that strange challenge.

There is no shame in preferring happiness.

The loss of love is the loss of all rights, even though one had them all.

Psychology is action, not thinking about oneself.

We always deceive ourselves twice about the people we love - first to their advantage, then to their disadvantage.

[Love] is the type of disease that spares neither the intelligent nor the idiotic.