They knew now that if there is one thing one can always yearn for, and sometimes attain, it is human love.

One might think, that a period which, within fifty years, uproots, enslaves or kills seventy million human beings, should only, and forthwith, be condemned. But also its guilt must be understood.

After all, every murderer when he kills runs the risk of the most dreadful of deaths, whereas those who kill him risk nothing except promotion.

... here, where the gaze is stopped everywhere, the whole earth is designed so that the face turns upward and the gaze implores. Oh! I hate this world where we are reduced to God.

Revolution, in order to be creative, cannot do without either a moral or metaphysical rule to balance the insanity of history.

Alas, after a certain age every man is responsible for his face.

Stupidity has a knack of getting its way.