Living is nothing more or less than doing one thing instead of another.

I do not deny that there may be other well-founded causes for the hatred which various classes feel toward politicians, but the main one seems to me that politicians are symbols of the fact that every class must take every other class into account.

Commonplaces are the tramways of intellectual transportation.

The cynic, a parasite of civilization, lives by denying it, for the very reason that he is convinced that it will not fail.

Love is that splendid triggering of human vitality the supreme activity which nature affords anyone for going out of himself toward someone else.

The past will not tell us what we ought to do, but... what we ought to avoid.

The difficulties which I meet with in order to realize my existence are precisely what awaken and mobilize my activities, my capacities.