Nothing can be more depressing than to expose, naked to the light of thought, the hideous growth of argot. Indeed it is like a sort of repellent animal intended to dwell in darkness which has been dragged out of its cloaca. One seems to see a horned and living creature viciously struggling to be restored to the place where it belongs. One word is like a claw, another like a sightless and bleeding eye; and there are phrases which clutch like the pincers of a crab. And all of it is alive with the hideous vitality of things that have organized themselves amid disorganization.

There is nothing like a dream to create the future.

One of the hardest tasks is to extract continually from one's soul an almost inexhaustible ill will.

Winter changes into stone the water of heaven and the heart of man.

I will be Chateaubriand or nothing.

Everything speaks: the flowing airstream and the sailing halycon, the blade of grass, the flower, the bud, the element; did you imagine the universe to be otherwise?

When dictatorship is a fact, revolution becomes a right.