All that remains is a fate whose outcome alone is fatal. Outside of that single fatality of death, everything, joy or happiness, is liberty. A world remains of which man is the sole master. What bound him was the illusion of another world.

To abandon oneself to principles is really to die - and to die for an impossible love which is the contrary of love.

The world is unimportant and whoever recognizes this conquers his liberty.

The revolutionary government was required to become the government of the war.

What is a firm hand to me, of what use to me is this astonishing power if I cannot change the order of things, if I cannot make the sun set in the east, that suffering diminish and that beings no longer die?

Man wants to live, but it is useless to hope that this desire will dictate all his actions.

What would become of the world if the condemned started to confide their heartaches to the executioners?