This is the century of fear.

There always comes a time when one must choose between contemplation and action. This is called becoming a man.

... there are two types of happiness and I have chosen that of the murderers. For I am happy. There was a time when I thought I had reached the limit of distress. Beyond that limit, there is a sterile and magnificent happiness.

Fate is not in man but around him

Whoever gives nothing, has nothing. The greatest misfortune is not to be unloved, but not to love.

After all, I do not have so many ways of proving that I am free. We is always free at the expense of someone else. It is a bother,but it is normal.

Nothing is more despicable than respect based on fear.