Each of us is incomplete compared to someone else — an animal’s incomplete compared to a person… and a person compared to God, who is complete only to be imaginary.
Intellectual despair results in neither weakness nor dreams, but in violence. It is only a matter of knowing how to give vent to one’s rage; whether one only wants to wander like madmen around prisons, or whether one wants to overturn them.
Pleasure only starts once the worm has got into the fruit; to become delightful, happiness must be tainted with poison.
Sacrifice is nothing other than the production of sacred things.
I believe that truth has only one face: that of a violent contradiction.
Crime is a fact of the human species, a fact of that species alone, but it is above all the secret aspect, impenetrable and hidden. Crime hides, and by far the most terrifying things are those which elude us.
To place oneself in the position of God is painful: being God is equivalent to being tortured. For being God means that one is in harmony with all that is, including the worst. The existence of the worst evils is unimaginable unless God willed them.
A judgment about life has no meaning except the truth of the one who speaks last, and the mind is at ease only at the moment when everyone is shouting at once and no one can hear a thing.
Sanity is the lot of those who are most obtuse, for lucidity destroys one’s equilibrium: it is unhealthy to honestly endure the labors of the mind which incessantly contradict what they have just established.
Obscenity is our name for the uneasiness which upsets the physical state associated with self-possession, with the possession of a recognized and stable individuality.
At man’s core there is a voice that wants him never to give in to fear. But if it is true that in general man cannot give in to fear, at the very least he postpones indefinitely the moment when he will have to confront himself with the object of his fear… when he will no longer have the assistance of reason as guaranteed by God, or when he will no longer have the assistance of God such as reason guaranteed. It is necessary to recoil, but it is necessary to leap, and perhaps one only recoils in order to leap better.
The anguish of the neurotic individual is the same as that of the saint. The neurotic, the saint are engaged in the same battle. Their blood flows from similar wounds. But the first one gasps and the other one gives.
Life has always taken place in a tumult without apparent cohesion, but it only finds its grandeur and its reality in ecstasy and in ecstatic love.
- Michel Foucault French Philosopher
- Simone de Beauvoir French Philosopher
- Denis Diderot French Philosopher
- Jean-Paul Sartre French Philosopher
- Henri Bergson French Philosopher
- Voltaire French Philosopher
- Pierre Teilhard de Chardin French Jesuit Philosopher
- Marquis de Sade French Political leader
- Roland Barthes French Literary Theorist
- Gaston Bachelard French Philosopher