They came to know the incorrigible sorrow of all prisoners and exiles, which is to live in company with a memory that serves no purpose.

In the light, the earth remains our first and our last love. Our brothers are breathing under the same sky as we; justice is a living thing. Now is born that strange joy which helps one live and die, and which we shall never again postpone to a later time.

Absolute virtue is impossible and the republic of forgiveness leads, with implacable logic, to the republic of the guillotine.

To think is first of all to create a world (or to limit one's own world, which comes to the same thing).

Psychology is action, not thinking about oneself.

Liberty is the right not to lie.

I always found misogyny vulgar and stupid, and I found almost all the women I have known to be my betters. However, placing them so high, I used them more often than I served them. How does one make sense of this?