Jesus wept; Voltaire smiled. From that divine tear and from that human smile is derived the grace of present civilization.

Sacrificing the earth for paradise is giving up the substance for the shadow.

Seeing so much poverty everywhere makes me think that God is not rich. He gives the appearance of it, but I suspect some financial difficulties.

Human society, the world, and the whole of mankind is to be found in the alphabet.

Let us sacrifice one day to gain perhaps a whole life.

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.

Liberation is not deliverance.