I'd like a drink. I desire to forget life. Life is a hideous invention by somebody I don't know. It doesn't last, and it's good for nothing. You break your neck simply living.

The ox suffers, the cart complains.

But alas, if I have not maintained my victory, it is God's fault for not making man and the devil of equal strength.

Revolutions spring not from accident, but from necessity. A revolution is a return from the factitious to the real. It takes place because it must.

There are moments when a rope's end, a pole, the branch of the tree, is life itself, and it is a frightful thing to see a living being lose his hold upon it, and fall like a ripe fruit.

You ask me what forces me to speak? a strange thing; my conscience.

Great grief is a divine and terrible radiance which transfigures the wretched.