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

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

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

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

Production and consumption are the nipples of modern society. Thus suckled, humanity grows in strength and beauty; rising standard of living, all modern conveniences, distractions of all kinds, culture for all, the comfort of your dreams.

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

The eruption of lived pleasure is such that in losing myself I find myself; forgetting that I exist, I realize myself.