No longer were there individual destinies; only a collective destiny, made of plague and emotions shared by all.

My life was lucky so that I met, I loved (and disappointed) only outstanding people.

I do not want to found anything on the incomprehensible. I want to know whether I can live with what I know and with that alone.

To begin with, poor people´s memory is less nourished than that of a rich; it has fewer landmarks in space because they seldom leave the place where they live, and fewer reference points in time throughtout lives that are grey and featureless.

There's the risk of being loved...and that would keep me from being happy.

This absurd, godless world is, then, peopled with men who think clearly and have ceased to hope. And I have not yet spoken of the most absurd character, who is the creator.

These are facts the heart can feel; yet they call for careful study before they become clear to the intellect.