Every time someone puts an objection to me, I want to say: 'OK, OK, let's go on to something else.' Objections have never contributed anything.

It is not the slumber of reason that engenders monsters, but vigilant and insomniac rationality

My eye, my brain, are images, parts of my body. How could my brain contain images since it is one image among others?

It's not easy to see things from the middle, rather than looking down on them from above or up at them from below, or from left to right or right to left: try it, you'll see that everything changes.

The morality of customs,the spirit of the laws, produces the man emancipated from the law.

Philosophy, art, and science are not the mental objects of an objectified brain but the three aspects under which the brain becomes subject.

Why do men fight for their servitude as stubbornly as though it were their salvation?