Latent in every man is a venom of amazing bitterness, a black resentment; something that curses and loathes life, a feeling of being trapped, of having trusted and been fooled, of being helpless prey to impotent rage, blind surrender, the victim of a savage, ruthless power that gives and takes away, enlists a man, drops him, promises and betrays, and -crowning injury- inflicts on him the humiliation of feeling sorry for himself.

It is a law of nature that we defend ourselves from one affection only by means of another.

Fidelity to meaning alone in translation is a kind of betrayal.

The mind has transformed the world, and the world is repaying it with interest. It has led man where he had no idea how to go.

War: a massacre of people who don't know each other for the profit of people who know each other but don't massacre each other.

An attitude of permanent indignation signifies great mental poverty. Politics compels it votaries to take that line and you can see their minds growing more impoverished every day, from one burst of righteous indignation to the next.

Breath, dreams, silence, invincible calm, you triumph.