And indeed it could be said that once the faintest stirring of hope became possible, the dominion of plague was ended.

Fate is not in man but around him

Only the sea, murmurous behind the dingy checkerboard of houses, told of the unrest, the precariousness, of all things in this world.

To think is first of all to create a world (or to limit one's own world, which comes to the same thing).

I continue to believe that this world has no ultimate meaning. But I know that something in it has a meaning and that is man, because he is the only creature to insist on having one

When the soul suffers too much, it develops a taste for misfortune.

In order to exist, man must rebel.