What a cunning mixture of sentiment, pity, tenderness, irony surrounds adolescence, what knowing watchfulness! Young birds on their first flight are hardly so hovered around.

The modern state no longer has anything but rights; it does not recognize duties any more.

The world is eaten up by boredom. You can't see it all at once. It is like dust. You go about and never notice, you breathe it in, you eat and drink it. It is sifted so fine, it doesn't even grit on your teeth. But stand still for an instant and there it is, coating your face and hands.

Fear, true fear, is a savage frenzy. Of all the insanities of which we are capable, it is surely the cruelest. There is naught to equal its drive, and naught can survive its thrust.

Justice in the hands of the powerful is merely a governing system like any other. Why call it justice?

Hope is a risk that must be run.

A thought which does not result in an action is nothing much, and an action which does not proceed from a thought is nothing at all.