Every time I hear a political speech or I read those of our leaders, I am horrified at having, for years, heard nothing which sounded human. It is always the same words telling the same lies.

It would be unjust, and moreover Utopian, for Shakespeare to direct the shoemakers' union. But it would be equally disastrous forthe shoemakers' union to ignore Shakespeare.

As a remedy to life in society I would suggest the big city. Nowadays, it is the only desert within our means.

A sub-clerk in the post-office is the equal of a conqueror if consciousness is common to them.

A liking for truth at any cost is a passion that spares nothing and that nothing resists. It's a vice, at times a comfort, or a selfishness.

An intellectual is someone whose mind watches itself.

The absurd has meaning only in so far as it is not agreed to.