Everyone, deep down within, carries a small cemetery of those he has loved.

I would rather have this life of combat than the moral calm and mournful stupor of these last years. God give me struggle, enemies, howling crowds, all the combot of which I am capable.

Any man who is really a man must learn to be alone in the midst of others, to think alone for others, and, if necessary, against others.

Take possession of the air, submit the elements, penetrate the last redoubts of nature, make space retreat, make death retreat.

The more a man lives, the more a man creates, the more a man loves and loses those whom he loves, the more does he escape from death. With every new blow that we have to bear, with every new work that we round and finish, we escape from ourselves, we escape into the work we have created, the soul we have loved, the soul that has left us.

Be reverent before the dawning day. Do not think of what will be in a year, or in ten years. Think of to-day.

Discussion is impossible with someone who claims not to seek the truth, but already to possess it.