As for me, I am mean: that means that I need the suffering of others to exist. A flame. A flame in their hearts. When I am all alone, I am extinguished.

What is not possible is not to choose.

Absurd, irreducible; nothing--not even a profound and secret delirium of nature--could explain [a tree root].

As far as men go, it is not what they are that interests me, but what they can become.

If I became a philosopher, if I have so keenly sought this fame for which I'm still waiting, it's all been to seduce women basically.

I respect orders but I respect myself too and I do not obey foolish rules made especially to humiliate me.

Once you hear the details of victory, it is hard to distinguish it from a defeat.