At the bottom of all patriotism there is war: that is why I am no patriot.

I find that when I do not think of myself I do not think at all.

I have no religion,’ says Borneau, ‘but I respect the religion of others. Religion is sacred.’ Why this privilege, this immunity?... A believer creates God in his own image; if he is ugly, his God will be morally ugly. Why should moral ugliness be respectable?

I finally know what distinguishes man from the other beasts: financial worries.

When the defects of others are perceived with so much clarity, it is because one possesses them oneself.

I am not sincere, even when I say I am not.

The ideal of calm exists in a sitting cat.