We attack not only to hurt someone, to defeat him, but perhaps also simply to become conscious of our own strength.

I want to know whether you are a person devoted to creating or to exchanging in some respect or other: as a creator you belong tothe free, as an exchanger you are their slave and instrument.

Oh great star! What would your happiness be if you did not have us to shine for?

I climb upon the highest mountains, laughing at all tragedies - whether real or imaginary.

Robinson had a servant even better than Friday: His name was Crusoe.

Wit is the epitaph of an emotion.

The State is the coldest of all cold monsters, and coldly it tells lies, and this lie drones on from its mouth: 'I, the State, am the people'.