There are causes worth dying for, but none worth killing for.

Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy.

But it's not easy. I've been thinking it over for years. While we loved each other we didn't need words to make ourselves understood. But people don't love forever. A time came when I should have found the words to keep her with me, only I couldn't.

One dies if necessary, one breaks rather than bending. But I bend, because I continue to love myself.

If God did not exist, we should have to invent him. If God did exist, we should have to abolish Him.

Man cannot do without beauty, and this is what our era pretends to want to disregard.

How had I not seen that there was nothing more important than an execution, and that when you come right down to it, it was the only thing a man could truly be interested in?