We Are In The World

Socialism Must Come Down From The Brain And Reach The Heart.

As I Grow To Understand Life Less And Less, I Learn To Love It More And More.

On Earth There Is No Heaven, But There Are Pieces Of It.

The Profession Of Letters Is, After All, The Only One In Which One Can Make No Money Without Being Ridiculous.

I Have No Religion,’ Says Borneau, ‘but I Respect The Religion Of Others. Religion Is Sacred.’ Why This Privilege, This Immunity?... A Believer Creates God In His Own Image; If He Is Ugly, His God Will Be Morally Ugly. Why Should Moral Ugliness Be Respectable?