Nothing is so wearing as the possession or abuse of liberty.

A distant enemy is always preferable to one at the gate.

I seem to myself, among civilised men, an intruder, a troglodyte enamored of decrepitude, plunged into subversive prayers.

Never to have occasion to take a position, to make up one's mind, or to define oneself — there is no wish I make more often.

For you who no longer possess it, freedom is everything, for us who do, it is merely an illusion.

No one can enjoy freedom without trembling.

Freedom can be manifested only in the void of beliefs, in the absence of axioms, and only where the laws have no more authority than a hypothesis.

It is an understatement to say that in this society injustices abound: in truth, it is itself the quintessence of injustice.

Who Rebels? Who rises in arms? Rarely the slave, but almost always the oppressor turned slave.

What does the future, that half of time, matter to the man who is infatuated with eternity?