The main thing is that everything become simple, easy enough for a child to understand.

If those whom we begin to love could know us as we were before meeting them they could perceive what they have made of us.

Yes, I'm happy, in human terms.

No code of ethics and no effort are justifiable a priori in the face of the cruel mathematics that command our condition.

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

The only conception of freedom I can have is that of the prisoner or the individual in the midst of the State. The only one I know is freedom of thought and action.

In our wildest aberrations we dream of an equilibrium we have left behind and which we naively expect to find at the end of our errors. Childish presumption which justifies the fact that child-nations, inheriting our follies, are now directing our history.