Democracy is a festival of mediocrity.
My enthusiasms ... constitute my reserves, my unexploited resources, perhaps my future.
Let us not be needlessly bitter: certain failures are sometimes fruitful.
If each of us were to confess his most secret desire, the one that inspires all his plans, all his actions, he would say: "I want to be praised."
An individual dies ... when, instead of taking risks and hurling himself toward being, he cowers within, and takes refuge there.
No one can keep his griefs in their prime; they use themselves up.
The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live --moreover, the only one.
A zoologist who observed gorillas in their native habitat was amazed by the uniformity of their life and their vast idleness. Hours and hours without doing anything. Was boredom unknown to them? This is indeed a question raised by a human, a busy ape. Far from fleeing monotony, animals crave it, and what they most dread is to see it end. For it ends, only to be replaced by fear, the cause of all activity. Inaction is divine; yet it is against inaction that man has rebelled. Man alone, in nature, is incapable of enduring monotony, man alone wants something to happen at all costs — something, anything.... Thereby he shows himself unworthy of his ancestor: the need for novelty is the characteristic of an alienated gorilla.