To walk through the ruined cities of Germany is to feel an actual doubt about the continuity of civilization.

A generation of the unteachable is hanging upon us like a necklace of corpses.

A plongeur is a slave, and a wasted slave, doing stupid and largely unnecessary work. He is kept at work, ultimately, because of a vague feeling that he would be dangerous if he had leisure. And educated people, who should be on his side, acquiesce in the process, because they know nothing about him and consequently are afraid of him.

Records told the same tale, then the lie passed into history and became truth.

So long as human beings stay human, death and life are the same thing.

All men are enemies. All animals are comrades

The moralist and the revolutionary are constantly undermining one another. Marx exploded a hundred tons of dynamite beneath the moralist position, and we are still living in the echo of that tremendous crash. But already, somewhere or other, the sappers are at work and fresh dynamite is being tamped in place to blow Marx at the moon. Then Marx, or somebody like him, will come back with yet more dynamite, and so the process continues, to an end we cannot foresee.