Man's progress is but a gradual discovery that his questions have no meaning.

What was my body to me? A kind of flunkey in my service. Let but my anger wax hot, my love grow exalted, my hatred collect in me, and that boasted solidarity between me and my body was gone.

I was wrong to grow older. Pity. I was so happy as a child.

A child is not frightened at the thought of being patiently transmuted into an old man.

One must require from each one the duty which each one can perform. Accepted authority rests first of all on reason.

Experience will guide us to the rules. You cannot make rules precede practical experience.

Defeat may prove to have been the only path to resurrection, despite its ugliness.