The society based on production is only productive, not creative.
Truth is not a virtue, but a passion. It is never charitable.
I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again. For everything to be consummated, for me to feel less alone, I had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators the day of my execution and that they greet me with cries of hate.
That must be wonderful; I have no idea of what it means.
Without work, all life goes rotten. But when work is soulless, life stifles and dies.
We get into the habit of living before acquiring the habit of thinking. In that race which daily hastens us towards death, the body maintains its irreparable lead.