“The day is not far off when one ordinary carrot may be pregnant with revolution.”

A new dynasty is never founded without a struggle. Blood makes good manure.

My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.

Since the same human mire remains beneath, does not all civilization reduce itself to the superiority of smelling nice and living well?

Man’s highest duty is to protect animals from cruelty.

Every wave is a water sprite who swims in the current, each current is a path which snakes towards my palace, and my palace is fluidly built at the bottom of the lake, in the triangle of earth, fire and water.

Nothing develops intelligence like travel.

Did science promise happiness? I do not believe it. It promised truth, and the question is to know if we will ever make happiness with truth.

I do not despair in the least of ultimate triumph. I repeat it with intense conviction.

In Paris, everything’s for sale: wise virgins, foolish virgins, truth and lies, tears and smiles.

Truth is on the march, and nothing will stop it.

Did not one spend the first half of one’s days in dreams of happiness and the second half in regrets and terrors?

I am little concerned with beauty or perfection. I don’t care for the great centuries. All I care about is life, struggle, intensity.

If you shut up truth, and bury it underground, it will but grow.

These young people naturally grow up with ideas different from ours, for they are born for times when we shall no longer be here

Why then should money be blamed for all the dirt and crimes it causes? For is love less filthy – love which creates life?

Over all crowds there seems to float a vague distress, an atmosphere of pervasive melancholy, as if any large gathering of people creates an aura of terror and pity.

As you take a few minutes each day to quiet your mind, you will discover a nice benefit: you’re everyday, ordinary life will begin to seem far more extraordinary.

To philosophers and historians, the madness and imbecile wickedness of mankind ought to appear ordinary events.

I see things written in the sky, Spelled out in plain and ordinary ways, even the unpoetic becomes magic when read next to you.

Simple things are the most difficult ones; they enquire much more than one thought of ordinariness.

In some cases, you have been lending out your love to those that are used to taking in something ordinary or average, extraordinary and extraterrestrial would always be too much to handle.

There are so many extraordinary things done in an ordinary day that goes unnoticed.

And for the first time, I saw you as you- ordinary, powerless and ugly.

I was brought up in a very ordinary family, in fact, a worker’s family. Both my father and mother were ordinary citizens.