A human being who wakened in the morning with a queesy stomach, with fifteen hours to kill before next bedtime, had not much use for freedom.

There it is: I am gently slipping into the water's depths, towards fear.

Once freedom lights its beacon in man's heart, the gods are powerless against him.

I committed the first crime by creating men as mortals. After that, what more could you do, you the murderers? Come on; they already had death in them: at most you simply hastened things a little.

So long as one believes in God, one has the right to do the Good in order to be moral.

Two people can form a community by excluding a third.

I consider Les Nourritures Terrestres as a frightening book: "Look for God in no other place than everywhere." Go and tell that to a workman, an engineer!