I sometimes think love consists precisely of the voluntary gift by the loved object of the right to tyrannize over it.

The more I love humanity in general, the less I love man in particular.

The mystery of human existence lies not in just staying alive, but in finding something to live for.

There is no object on earth which cannot be looked at from a cosmic point of view.

Every member of the society spies on the rest, and it is his duty to inform against them. All are slaves and equal in their slavery... The great thing about it is equality... Slaves are bound to be equal.

...to return to their 'native soil,' as they say, to the bosom, so to speak, of their mother earth, like frightened children, yearning to fall asleep on the withered bosom of their decrepit mother, and to sleep there for ever, only to escape the horrors that terrify them.

Reason and Knowledge have always played a secondary, subordinate, auxiliary role in the life of peoples, and this will always be the case. A people is shaped and driven forward by an entirely different kind of force, one which commands and coerces them and the origin of which is obscure and inexplicable despite the reality of its presence.