After a short silence the doctor raised himself a little in his chair and asked if Tarrou had an idea of the path to follow for attaining peace. "Yes, he replied. "The path of sympathy.

We get into the habit of living before acquiring the habit of thinking. In that race which daily hastens us towards death, the body maintains its irreparable lead.

For centuries the death penalty, often accompanied by barbarous refinements, has been trying to hold crime in check; yet crime persists. Why? Because the instincts that are warring in man are not, as the law claims, constant forces in a state of equilibrium.

We come into the world laden with the weight of an infinite necessity.

The look of success, when it is worn a certain way, would infuriate a jackass.

Beauty, no doubt, does not make revolutions. But a day will come when revolutions will have need of beauty.

Humans are creatures, who spent their lifes trying to convince themselves, that their existence is not absurd