Cannibals prefer those who have no spines.

Of the two powers, the two categories that take possession of us when we enter the world (from where?), space is by far the less mysterious. It, too, undergoes transformations. Time, on the other hand, is a hostile element, truly treacherous, I would even say against human nature.

A man who for an entire week does nothing but hit himself over the head has little reason to be proud.

How do you expect to communicate with the ocean, when you can’t even understand one another?

Skepticism is like a microscope whose magnification is constantly increased: the sharp image that one begins with finally dissolves, because it is not possible to see ultimate things: their existence is only to be inferred.

I don't resist progress, but I have a growing feeling that mankind uses it mostly for disgraceful purposes.

Plentitude, when too plentitudinous, was worst than destitution, for obviously what could one do, if there was nothing one could not?