Imagine for a moment that each one of us takes only a little more care for each hour of his days, that he demands in it a little more of elegance and intensity; then, multiplying all these minute pressures toward the perfecting and deepening of each life by all the others, calculate for yourselves the gigantic enrichment, the fabulous ennobling which this process would create for human society.

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

The world is the sum-total of our vital possibilities.

Romantic poses aside, let us recognize that "falling in love"...is an inferior state of mind, a form of transitory imbecility.

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

To live is to feel oneself lost.

I am I plus my circumstances.