Life is fired at us point blank.

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

The person portrayed and the portrait are two entirely different things.

In order to master the unruly torrent of life the learned man meditates, the poet quivers, and the political hero erects the fortress of his will.

Life is a series of collisions with the future.

Revolution is not the uprising against preexisting order, but the setting up of a new order contradictory to the traditional one

Man has to live with the body and soul which have fallen to him by chance.