What golden hour of life, what glittering moment will ever equal the pain its loss can cause?

Politics is the art of preventing people from busying themselves with what is their own business.

What is simple is wrong, and what is complicated cannot be understood.

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.

Interruption, incoherence, surprise are the ordinary conditions of our life. They have even become real needs for many people, whose minds are no longer fed by anything but sudden changes and constantly renewed stimuli. We can no longer bear anything that lasts. We no longer know how to make boredom bear fruit. So the whole question comes down to this: can the human mind master what the human mind has made?

Man is only man at the surface. Remove the skin, dissect, and immediately you come to machinery.

Thanks to photography, the eye grew accustomed to anticipate what it should see and to see it; and it learned not to see nonexistent things which, hitherto, it had seen so clearly.