Man is a fugitive from nature.

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

There may be as much nobility in being last as in being first, because the two positions are equally necessary in the world, the one to complement the other.

I am I plus my circumstances.

Hatred is a feeling which leads to the extinction of values.

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

To wonder is to begin to understand.