A thing can only live through a pious illusion.

The mouth may lie, alright, but the face it makes nonetheless tells the truth.

We are franker towards others than towards ourselves.

It is not in how one soul approaches another but in how it withdraws that I knowr its affinity and solidarity with the other.

Let us beware of saying that death is the opposite of life. The living being is only a species of the dead, and a very rare species.

Instinct. When the house burns one forgets even lunch. Yes, but one eats it later in the ashes.

Do you call yourself Free? It is your ruling thought that I would hear, and not that you have escaped from a yoke.