Life is a series of collisions with the future.

Commonplaces are the tramways of intellectual transportation.

Excellence means when a man or woman asks of himself more than others do.

I am I plus my circumstances.

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

We do not live to think, but, on the contrary, we think in order that we may succeed in surviving.