What is pity but the vice of kindness.
Try to be free: you will die of hunger.
Were we to undertake an exhaustive self-scrutiny, disgust would paralyze us, we would be doomed to a thankless existence.
So long as man is protected by madness - he functions - and flourishes.
I foresee the day when we shall read nothing but telegrams and prayers.
Vague a l'ame - melancholy yearning for the end of the world.