The main object of a revolution is the liberation of man... not the interpretation and application of some transcendental ideology.

What I did not yet know so intensely was the hatred of the white American for the black, a hatred so deep that I wonder if every white man in this country, when he plants a tree, doesn't see Negroes hanging from its branches.

To achieve harmony in bad taste is the height of elegance.

They spent their time doing nothing... they let intimacy fuse them.

The fame of heroes owes little to the extent of their conquests and all to the success of the tributes paid to them.

Love makes use of the worst traps. The least noble. The rarest. It exploits coincidence.

We know that their adventures are childish. They themselves are fools. They are ready to kill or be killed over a card-game in which an opponent - or they themselves - was cheating. Yet, thanks to such fellows, tragedies are possible.