It is enough for me to hear someone talk sincerely about ideals, about the future, about philosophy, to hear him say “we" with a certain inflection of assurance, to hear him invoke "others" and regard himself as their interpreter - for me to consider him my enemy.

So long as man is protected by madness - he functions - and flourishes.

We are afraid of the enormity of the possible.

One doesn't live in a country, one lives in a language.

Humanity adores only those who cause it to perish.

Only one endowed with restless vitality is susceptible to pessimism. You become a pessimist-a demonic, elemental, bestial pessimist-only when life has been defeated many times in its fight against depression.

Trees are massacred, houses go up — faces, faces everywhere. Man is spreading. Man is the cancer of the earth.