The best are led to make greater demands upon themselves. As for those who succumb, they did not deserve to survive.

So all a man could win in the conflict between plague and life was knowledge and memories.

It is better for the intellectual not to talk all the time. To begin with, it would exhaust him, and, above all, it would keep him from thinking. He must create if he can, first and foremost, especially if his creation does not side-step the problems of his time.

He who despairs of the human condition is a coward, but he who has hope for it is a fool.

This divorce between man and his life, the actor and his setting, is properly the feeling of absurdity.

Every stone here sweats with suffering, I know that. I have never looked at them without a feeling of anguish. But deep in my heart I know that the most wretched among you have seen a divine face emerge from their darkness. That is the face you are asked to see.

... habit starts at the second crime. At the first one, something is ending.