We have a world of pleasure to win, and nothing to lose but boredom.

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.

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

To work for delight and authentic festivity is barely distinguishable from preparing for a general insurrection

Hope is the leash of submission.

Everything has been said yet few have taken advantage of it. Since all our knowledge is essentially banal, it can only be of value to minds that are not.

In the twentieth century, death terrifies men less than the absence of real life. All these dead, mechanized, specialized actions, stealing a little bit of life a thousand times a day until the mind and body are exhausted, until that death which is not the