War is a sociological safety valve that cleverly diverts popular hatred for the ruling classes into a happy occasion to mutilate or kill foreign enemies.

To live is to play at the meaning of life...The upshot of this . . . is that it teaches us once and for all that childlike foolishness is the calling of mature men.

Modern man is drinking and drugging himself out of awareness, or he spends his time shopping, which is the same thing.

Horror alone brings peace of mind.

Love is the problem of an animal who must find life, create a dialogue with nature in order to experience his own being.

Genuine heroism for man is still the power to support contradictions, no matter how glaring or hopeless they may seem.

The man of knowledge in our time is bowed down under a burden he never imagined he would ever have: the overproduction of truth that cannot be consumed.