The books one has written in the past have two surprises in store: one couldn't write them again, and wouldn't want to.

My pessimism extends to the point of even suspecting the sincerity of other pessimists.

I should have no use for a paradise in which I should be deprived of the right to prefer hell.

Science had better not free the minds of men too much, before it has tamed their instincts.

In politics, yesterday's lie is attacked only to flatter today's.

I think I am one of those who can manage not to take on a completely different appearance under their own glance.

The divine is perhaps that quality in man which permits him to endure the lack of God.