A work of art is a confession.

Every authentic work of art is a gift offered to the future.

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

There are people who vindicate the world, who help others live just by their presence.

Men like us are good and proud and strong...if we had a faith, a God, nothing could undermine us. But we had nothing, we had to learn everything, and living for honor alone has its weaknesses.

The certainty of a God giving meaning to life far surpasses in attractiveness the ability to behave badly with impunity. The choice would not be hard to make. But there is no choice and that is where the bitterness comes in. The absurd does not liberate; it binds.

For there is merely bad luck in not being loved; there is misfortune in not loving.