Truths begin by a conflict with the police - and end by calling them in.

Does our ferocity not derive from the fact that our instincts are all too interested in other people? If we attended more to ourselves and became the center, the object of our murderous inclinations, the sum of our intolerances would diminish.

History is nothing but a procession of false Absolutes, a series of temples raised to pretexts, a degradation of the mind before the Improbable.

It is because we are all impostors that we endure each other. The man who does not consent to lie will see the earth shrink under his feet: we are biologically obliged to the false

A civilization begins to decline the moment Life becomes its sole obsession.

We are all deep in a hell each moment of which is a miracle.

What a pity that 'nothingness' has been devalued by an abuse of it made by philosophers unworthy of it!