I am just coming out of five years of night, and this orgy of violent lights gives me for the first time the impression of a new continent. An enormous, 50-foot high Camel billboard : a GI with his mouth wide open blows enormous puffs of real smoke. So much bad taste hardly seems imaginable.

But all the long speeches, all the interminable days and hours that people had spent talking about my soul, had left me with the impression of a colorless swirling river that was making me dizzy.

In every guilty man, there is some innocence. This makes every absolute condemnation revolting.

Outside of that single fatality of death, everything, joy or happiness, is liberty.

True debauchery is liberating because it creates no obligations. In it you possess only yourself, hence it remains the favorite pastime of the great lovers of their own person.

Somebody has to have the last word. If not, every argument could be opposed by another and we'd never be done with it.

The current motto for all of us can only be this: without giving up anything on the plane of justice, yield nothing on the plane of freedom.