In the twentieth century, death terrifies men less than the absence of real life.

Each component of the organism, like the individual in the social body, possesses the capacity for enjoyment of the self through sharing with others.

I do not dream of a gentle revolution. My passion runs to the violence of supersession, the ferocity of a life that renounces nothing.

There are more truths in twenty-four hours of a man's life than in all the philosophies.

The world of the commodity is a world upside-down, which bases itself not upon life but upon the transformation of life into work.

It is entirely up to us to invent our own lives.

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