Power floats like money, like language, like theory.

If we consider the superiority of the human species, the size of its brain, its powers of thinking, language and organization, we can say this: were there the slightest possibility that another rival or superior species might appear, on earth or elsewhere, man would use every means at his disposal to destroy it.

Neither dead nor alive, the hostage is suspended by an incalculable outcome. It is not his destiny that awaits for him, nor his own death, but anonymous chance, which can only seem to him something absolutely arbitrary. He is in a state of radical emergency, of virtual extermination.

The great person is ahead of their time, the smart make something out of it, and the blockhead, sets themselves against it.

We live in a world where there is more and more information, and less and less meaning.

It only takes a politician believing in what he says for the others to stop believing him.

Art does not die because there is no more art. It dies because there is too much.