This then is the age of reason.

A madman's ravings are absurd in relation to the situation in which he finds himself, but not in relation to his madness.

I wanted pure love: foolishness; to love one another is to hate a common enemy: I will thus espouse your hatred. I wanted Good: nonsense; on this earth and in these times, Good and Bad are inseparable: I accept to be evil in order to become good.

If I did not publish this autobiography [Les Mots] sooner and in its most radical form, it is because I considered it exaggerated.

Man is not the sum of what he has already, but rather the sum of what he does not yet have, of what he could have.

When rich people fight wars with one another, poor people are the ones to die.

I am not asking for sensational revelations, but I would like to sense the meaning of that minute, to feel it's urgency.