What could I wish for the present but to take the greatest pleasure in being what I am?

Our task is not to rediscover nature but to remake it.

Who wants a world in which the guarantee that we shall not die of starvation entails the risk of dying of boredom?

People are bewitched into believing that time slips away, and this belief is the basis of time actually slipping away.

Suffering is the pain of constraints. An atom of pure delight, no matter how small, can hold it at bay.

People who talk about revolution and class struggle without referring explicitly to everyday life, without understanding what is subversive about love and what is positive in the refusal of constraints, such people have a corpse in their mouth.

The millions of human beings who were shot, tortured, starved, treated like animals and made the object of a conspiracy of ridicule, can sleep in peace in their communal graves, for at least the struggle in which they died has enabled their descendants, isolated in their air-conditioned apartments, to believe, on the strength of their daily dose of television, that they are happy and free. The Communards went down, fighting to the last, so that you too could qualify for a Caribbean cruise.