Rebellion cannot exist without a strange form of love.
Man is always prey to his truths. Once he has admitted them, he cannot free himself from them.
We get into the habit of living before acquiring the habit of thinking.
Everybody knows that pestilences have a way of recurring in the world; yet somehow we find it hard to believe in ones that crash down on our heads from a blue sky.
There can be no true goodness, nor true love, without the utmost clear-sightedness.
The first concern of any dictatorship is, consequently, to subjugate both labor and culture.