Je puis nier une chose sans me croire obligé de la salir ou de retirer aux autres le droit d'y croire.
It is the job of thinking people not to be on the side of the executioners.
[Paris] is dirty. It has pigeons and black yards. The people have white skin.
There is no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn.
There is but one freedom, to put oneself right with death. After that everything is possible.
But when a man has had only four hours' sleep he isn't sentimental. He sees things as they are: that is to say, he sees them in the garish light of justice; hideous, witless justice.