The mere notion of photography, when we introduce it into our meditation on the genesis of historical knowledge and its true value, suggests the simple question: Could such and such a fact, as it is narrated here, have been photographed?

Our judgments judge us, and nothing reveals us, exposes our weaknesses, more ingeniously than the attitude of pronouncing upon our fellows.

It seems to me that the soul, when alone with itself and speaking to itself, uses only a small number of words, none of them extraordinary.

Every social system is more or less against nature, and at every moment nature is at work to reclaim her rights.

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.

Everything changes but the avant-garde.

One should be light like a bird, and not like a feather.