Civilization is nothing more than the effort to reduce the use of force to the last resort.

The man who discovers a new scientific truth has previously had to smash to atoms almost everything he had learnt, and arrives at the new truth with hands blood stained from the slaughter of a thousand platitudes.

The characteristic of the hour is that the commonplace mind, knowing itself to be commonplace, has the assurance to proclaim the rights of the commonplace and to impose them wherever it will.

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

Love is exclusivity, selection.

The mass believes that it has the right to impose and to give force of law to notions born in the café.

To write well consists of continuously making small erosions, wearing away grammar in its established form, current norms of language. It is an act of permanent rebellion and subversion against social environs.