There is no rest for the humble except in despising the great, whose only thought of the people is inspired by self-interest or sadism.

Reason died in 1914, November 1914 ... after that everybody began to rave.

Experience is a dim lamp, which only lights the one who bears it.

Most people die at the last minute; others twenty years beforehand, some even earlier. They are the wretched of the earth.

There's no tyrant like a brain.

You can lose your way groping among the shadows of the past. It's frightening how many people and things there are in a man's past that have stopped moving. The living people we've lost in the crypts of time sleep so soundly side by side with the dead that the same darkness envelops them all. As we grow older, we no longer know whom to awaken, the living or the dead.

There's a point of poverty at which the spirit isn't with the body all the time. It finds the body really too unbearable. So it's almost as if you were talking to the soul itself. And a soul's not properly responsible.