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?

Thinking is learning all over again how to see, directing one's consciousness, making of every image a privileged place.

The end of their passion consists of loving uselessly at the moment when it is pointless.

I see many people die because they judge that life is not worth living. I see others paradoxically getting killed for the ideas or illusions that give them a reason for living (what is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying). I therefore conclude that the meaning of life is the most urgent of questions.

There is the good and the bad, the great and the low, the just and the unjust. I swear to you that all that will never change.

The human heart has a tiresome tendency to label as fate only what crushes it. But happiness likewise, in its way, is without reason, since it is inevitable.

Revolution, in order to be creative, cannot do without either a moral or metaphysical rule to balance the insanity of history.