We get into the habit of living before acquiring the habit of thinking. In that race which daily hastens us towards death, the body maintains its irreparable lead.

I cling like a miser to the freedom that disappears as soon as there is an excess of things.

Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy.

Seeking what is true is not seeking what is desirable.

Working conditions for me have always been those of the monastic life: solitude and frugality. Except for frugality, they are contrary to my nature, so much so that work is a violence I do to myself.

Does the end justify the means? That is possible. But what will justify the end? To that question, which historical thought leaves pending, rebellion replies: the means.

In the world there is, parallel to the force of death and constraint, an enormous force of persuasion that is called culture.