Proof is never definitive, after all; one has to begin again with each new person.

If it adapts itself to what the majority of our society wants, art will be a meaningless recreation.

It is in the thick of calamity that one gets hardened to the truth - in other words, to silence.

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.

I'd have given ten conversations with Einstein for a first meeting with a pretty chorus girl.

One leader, one people, signifies one master and millions of slaves.

You know, a man always judges himself by the balance he can strike between the needs of his body and the demands of his mind. You're judging yourself now, Mersaut, and you don't like the sentence.