Nothing in the world is worth turning one's back on what one loves.

Thinking of the future, establishing aims for oneself, having preferences-all this presupposes a belief in freedom, even if one occasionally ascertains that one doesn't feel it.

Your successes and happiness are forgiven you only if you generously consent to share them.

Capital punishment is the most premeditated of murders.

At a certain level of suffering or injustice no one can do anything for anyone. Pain is solitary.

An intense feeling carries with it its own universe, magnificent or wretched as the case may be.

... 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.