The soul is the effect and instrument of a political anatomy; the soul is the prison of the body

It might be said that all knowledge is linked to the essential forms of cruelty.

Life itself was only futility, vain words, a squabble of cap and bells.

Do not think that one has to be sad in order to be militant, even though the thing one is fighting is abominable.

Death left its old tragic heaven and became the lyrical core of man: his invisible truth, his visible secret.

In its function, the power to punish is not essentially different from that of curing or educating.

Freedom of conscience entails more dangers than authority and despotism.