Sometimes I wish I were a cannibal – less for the pleasure of eating someone than for the pleasure of vomiting him.

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

Each of us must pay for the slightest damage he inflicts upon a universe created for indifference and stagnation, sooner or later, he will regret not having left it intact.

Tyrants are always assassinated too late. That is their great excuse.

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.

Anyone who speaks in the name of others is always an impostor.

The wise man, the sage, is hostile to the new. Disabused, he abdicates: that is his form of protest.