Love is like a tree: it grows by itself, roots itself deeply in our being and continues to flourish over a heart in ruin. The inexplicable fact is that the blinder it is, the more tenacious it is. It is never stronger than when it is completely unreasonable.

What says the law? You will not kill. How does it say it? By killing!

The last resort of kings, the cannonball. The last resort of the people, the paving stone.

To know, to think, to dream. That is everything.

Philosophy is the microscope of thought. Everything desires to flee from it, but nothing escapes it.

One only needs to see a smile in a white crape bonnet in order to enter the palace of dreams.

As for the bishop, the sight of the guillotine was a great shock to him, from which he recovered only slowly.