In these years we are witnessing the gigantic spectacle of innumerable human lives wandering about lost in their own labyrinths, through not having anything to which to give themselves.

On the Bigotry of Culture: : it presented us with culture, with thought as something justified in itself, that is, which requires no justification but is valid by it's own essence, whatever its concrete employment and content maybe. Human life was to put itself at the service of culture because only thus would it become charged with value. From which it would follow that human life, our pure existence was, in itself, a mean and worthless thing.

The librarian's mission should be, not like up to now, a mere handling of the book as an object, but rather a know how (mise au point) of the book as a vital function.

We live at a time when man believes himself fabulously capable of creation, but he does not know what to create.

Thought is not a gift to man but a laborious, precarious and volatile acquisition.

The type of human being we prefer reveals the contours of our heart.

Being an artist means ceasing to take seriously that very serious person we are when we are not an artist.