Distrust even Mathematics; albeit so sublime and highly perfected, we have here a machine of such delicacy it can only work in vacuo, and one grain of sand in the wheels is enough to put everything out of gear. One shudders to think to what disaster such a grain of sand may bring a Mathematical brain. Remember Pascal.

Man is a rational animal. He can think up a reason for anything he wants to believe.

Of all the sexual aberrations, chastity is the strangest.

All the good writers of confessions, from Augustine onwards, are men who are still a little in love with their sins.

You think you are dying for your country; you die for the industrialists.

God, conquered, will become Satan; Satan, conquering, will become God. May the fates spare me this terrible lot; I love the Hell which formed my genius. I love the Earth where I have done some good, if it be possible to do any good in this fearful world where beings live but by rapine.

What men call civilization is the condition of present customs; what they call barbarism, the condition of past ones.