To want friendship is a great fault. Friendship ought to be a gratuitous joy, like the joys afforded by art or life.

The future is made of the same stuff as the present.

Renunciation is submission to time.

Men owe us what we imagine they will give us. We must forgive them this debt.

The appetite for power, even for universal power, is only insane when there is no possibility of indulging it; a man who sees the possibility opening before him and does not try to grasp it, even at the risk of destroying himself and his country, is either

Algebra and money are essentially levelers; the first intellectually, the second effectively.

Whether the mask is labeled fascism, democracy, or dictatorship of the proletariat, our great adversary remains the apparatus—the bureaucracy, the police, the military. Not the one facing us across the frontier of the battle lines, which is not so much our enemy as our brothers' enemy, but the one that calls itself our protector and makes us its slaves. No matter what the circumstances, the worst betrayal will always be to subordinate ourselves to this apparatus and to trample underfoot, in its service, all human values in ourselves and in others.