An 'unemployed' existence is a worse negation of life than death itself.

The form most contradictory to human life that can appear among the human species is the "self-satisfied man."

These are the only genuine ideas, the ideas of the shipwrecked. All the rest is rhetoric, posturing, farce.

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

Life is a terrible conflict, a grandiose and atrocious confluence. Hunting submerges man deliberately in that formidable mystery and therefore contains something of religious rite and emotion in which homage is paid to what is divine, transcendent, and in the laws of Nature.

The common man, finding himself in a world so excellent, technically and socially, believes it has been produced by nature, and never thinks of the personal efforts of highly endowed individuals which the creation of this new world presupposed. Still less will he admit the notion that all these facilities still require the support of certain difficult human virtues, the least failure of which would cause the rapid disappearance of the whole magnificent edifice.

By speaking, by thinking, we undertake to clarify things, and that forces us to exacerbate them, dislocate them, schematize them. Every concept is in itself an exaggeration.