Handing over a bank note is enough to make a bicycle belong to me, but my entire life is needed to realize this possession.

I had been playing with matches and burned a small rug. I was in the process of covering up my crime when suddenly God saw me. I felt His gaze inside my head and on my hands....I flew into a rage against so crude an indiscretion, I blasphemed....He never looked at me again....I had the more difficulty getting rid of Him the Holy Ghost in that He had installed Himself at the back of my head....I collared the Holy Ghost in the cellar and threw Him out.

Once liberty has exploded in the soul of a man, the gods can do nothing against that man.

Words are loaded pistols.

Lord, you have cursed Cain and Cain’s children: thy will be done. You have allowed men’s hearts to be corrupted, that their intentions be rotten, that their actions putrefy and stink: thy will be done.

Ah! yes, I know: those who see me rarely trust my word: I must look too intelligent to keep it.

Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness, and dies by chance.