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

Torment, for some men, is a need, an appetite, and an accomplishment.

Life without utopia is suffocating, for the multitude at least: threatened otherwise with petrifaction, the world must have a new madness.

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

No human beings are more dangerous than those who have suffered for a belief

One can experience loneliness in two ways: by feeling lonely in the world or by feeling the loneliness of the world.

True moral elegance consists in the art of disguising one's victories as defeats.