We dread the future only when we are not sure we can kill ourselves when we want to.

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

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

What is pity but the vice of kindness.

An aphorism? Fire without flames. Understandable that no one tries to warm himself at it.

"The Holy Ghost," Luther instructs us, "is not a skeptic." Not everyone can be, and that is really too bad.

He who has never envied the vegetable has missed the human drama.