The whole of our civilization is founded on specialization, which implies the enslavement of those who execute to those who coordinate.

With no matter what human being, taken individually, I always find reasons for concluding that sorrow and misfortune do not suit him; either because he seems too mediocre for anything so great, or, on the contrary, too precious to be destroyed.

If we are suffering illness, poverty, or misfortune, we think we shall be satisfied on the day it ceases. But there too, we know it is false; so soon as one has got used to not suffering one wants something else.

Of two men who have no experience of God, he who denies him is perhaps nearer to him than the other.

Contradiction itself, far from always being a criterion of error, is sometimes a sign of truth.

When a man's life is destroyed or damaged by some wound or privation of soul or body, which is due to other men's actions or negligence, it is not only his sensibility that suffers but also his aspiration toward the good. Therefore there has been sacrilege towards that which is sacred in him.

All the tragedies which we can imagine return in the end to the one and only tragedy: the passage of time.