There is a certain kind of morality which is even more alien to good and evil than amorality is.
A man whose mind feels that it is captive would prefer to blind himself to the fact. But if he hates falsehood, he will not do so; and in that case he will have to suffer a lot. He will beat his head against the wall until he faints. He will come to again.
With no matter what human being, taken individually, I always find reasons for concluding that sorrow and misfortune do not suit him; either because he seems too mediocre for anything so great, or, on the contrary, too precious to be destroyed.
Force is as pitiless to the man who possesses it, or thinks he does, as it is to its victims; the second it crushes, the first it intoxicates. The truth is, nobody really possesses it.
There is only one fault, only one: our inability to feed upon light.
I am not a Catholic; but I consider the Christian idea, which has its roots in Greek thought and in the course of the centuries has nourished all of our European civilization, as something that one cannot renounce without becoming degraded.
To write the lives of the great in separating them from their works necessarily ends by above all stressing their pettiness, because it is in their work that they have put the best of themselves.
Truth is one, but error is manifold.
The Our Father is to prayer what Christ is to humanity.
It is not the cause for which men took up arms that makes a victory more just or less, it is the order that is established when arms have been laid down.
Algebra and money are essentially levelers; the first intellectually, the second effectively.
We are like horses who hurt themselves as soon as they pull on their bits – and we bow our heads. We even lose consciousness of the situation, we just submit. Any re-awakening of thought is then painful.
The only hope of socialism resides in those who have already brought about in themselves, as far as is possible in the society of today, that union between manual and intellectual labor which characterizes the society we are aiming at.
Man alone can enslave man.
Every kind of reward constitutes a degradation of energy.
Punishment is a vital need of the human soul.
There are only two sorts of greatness: true greatness, which is of a spiritual order, and the old, old lie of world conquest. Conquest is an ersatz greatness.
Time’s violence rends the soul, by the rent eternity enters.
Education-whether its object be children or adults, individuals or an entire people-consists in creating motives.
Affliction hardens and discourages us because, like a red hot iron, it stamps the soul to its very depths with the scorn, the disgust, and even the self-hatred and sense of guilt that crime logically should produce but actually does not.
In reality nothing is so beautiful as the good, nothing is so monotonous and boring as evil.