I say a murder is abstract. You pull the trigger and after that you do not understand anything that happens.

Ideas come in pairs and they contradict one another; their opposition is the principal engine of reflection.

It is therefore senseless to think of complaining since nothing foreign has decided what we feel, what we live, or what we are.

The public, too, has to make an effort in order to understand the writer who, though he renounce complacent obscurity, cannot always express his new-hidden thoughts lucidly and according to accepted models.

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

I do not think therefore I am a moustache

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