To have a horror of the bourgeois is bourgeois.
Socialism must come down from the brain and reach the heart.
There are no friends; only moments of friendship.
I finally know what distinguishes man from the other beasts: financial worries.
There is a justice, but we do not always see it. Discreet, smiling, it is there, at one side, a little behind injustice, which makes a big noise.
I have a remarkable memory; I forget everything. It is wonderfully convenient. It is as though the world were constantly renewing itself for me.