Greatness, in order to gain recognition, must all too often consent to ape greatness.

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

Stupidity, outrage, vanity, cruelty, iniquity, bad faith, falsehood - we fail to see the whole array when it is facing in the same direction as we.

The ideal, without doubt, varies, but its enemies, alas, are always the same.

In our ideals we unwittingly reveal our vices.

Kill one man, and you are a murderer. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill them all, and you are a god.

One must either take an interest in the human situation or else parade before the void.