We used to wonder where war lived, what it was that made it so vile. And now we realize that we know where it lives... inside ourselves.

We must admit that today conformity is on the Left. To be sure, the Right is not brilliant. But the Left is in complete decadence, a prisoner of words, caught in its own vocabulary, capable merely of stereotyped replies, constantly at a loss when faced with truth, from which it nevertheless claimed to derive its laws. The Left is schizophrenic and needs doctoring through pitiless self-criticism, exercise of the heart, close reasoning, and a little modesty.

Over there, in Europe, all was shame and anger. Here it was exile or solitude, among these languid and agitated madmen who danced in order to die.

A taste for truth at any cost is a passion which spares nothing.

Again and again there comes a time in history when the man who dares to say that two and two make four is punished with death. ("The Plague")

Violence is both unavoidable and unjustifiable.

The myth of unlimited production brings war in its train as inevitably as clouds announce a storm.