The harshest winter finds an invincible summer in us.

...the habit of despair is worse than despair itself.

Fate is not in man but around him

Then we understand that rebellion cannot exist without a strange form of love. Those who find no rest in God or in history are condemned to live for those who, like themselves, cannot live; in fact, for the humiliated.

Some cry: 'Love me!!' Others: 'Don't love me!!' But a certain genus, the worst and most unhappy, cries: 'Don't love me and be faithful to me!!'

One of the only coherent philosophical positions is thus revolt. It is a constant confrontation between man and his own obscurity.

To stay or to go, it amounted to the same thing.