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

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

There is but one way left to save a classic; to give up revering him and use him for our own salvation.

By speaking, by thinking, we undertake to clarify things, and that forces us to exacerbate them, dislocate them, schematize them. Every concept is in itself an exaggeration.

The most radical division that it is possible to make of humanity is that which splits it into two classes of creatures: Those who make great demands on themselves, piling up difficulties and duties; and those who demand nothing special of themselves, but for whom to live is to be every moment what they already are, without imposing on themselves any effort towards perfection, mere buoys that float on the waves.

The hunter is the alert man. But this itself-life as complete alertness-is the attitude in which the animal exists in the jungle.

tragedy in the theater opens our eyes so that we can discover and appreciate the heroic in reality.