One of the most horrible, yet most important, discoveries of our age has been that, if you really wish to destroy a person and turn him into an automaton, the surest method is not physical torture, in the strict sense, but simply to keep him awake, i.e., in an existential relation to life without intermission.

The slogan of Hell: Eat or be eaten. The slogan of Heaven: Eat and be eaten.

The parlour cars and Pullmans are packed also with scented assassins, salad-eaters who murder on milk.

Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh.

God may reduce you on Judgment Day to tears of shame, reciting by heart the poems you would have written, had your life been good.

It is already possible to imagine a society in which the majority of the population, that is to say, its laborers, will have almost as much leisure as in earlier times was enjoyed by the aristocracy. When one recalls how aristocracies in the past actually behaved, the prospect is not cheerful.

No being can make another one happy.