So the thing that bothered me most was that the condemned man had to hope the machine would work the first time.

In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion.

Stupidity has a knack of getting its way.

Their guilt made me eloquent because I was not its victim.

We are not certain, we are never certain. If we were we could reach some conclusions, and we could, at last, make others take us seriously.

Man wants to live, but it is useless to hope that this desire will dictate all his actions.

The workman of today works every day in his life at the same tasks, and this fate is no less absurd. But it is tragic only at the rare moments when it becomes conscious.