A self-respecting man is a man without a country. A fatherland is birdlime.

One does not inhabit a country; one inhabits a language. That is our country, our fatherland - and no other.

What can be said, lacks reality. Only what fails to make its way into words exists and counts.

Freedom can be manifested only in the void of beliefs, in the absence of axioms, and only where the laws have no more authority than a hypothesis.

What I know at sixty, I knew as well at twenty. Forty years of a long, superfluous, labor of verification.

Woes and wonders of power, that tonic hell, synthesis of poison and panacea.

Tyranny destroys or strengthens the individual; freedom enervates him, until he becomes no more than a puppet. Man has more chances of saving himself by hell than by paradise.