And for all his life it would be kindness and love that made him cry, never pain or persecution, which on the contrary only reinforced his spirit and his resolution.

This divorce between man and his life, the actor and his setting, is properly the feeling of absurdity.

One plays at being immortal and after a few weeks one doesn't even know whether or not one can hang on till the next day.

God is not necessary to create culpability, or to punish. Our fellow men are enough for that, helped by ourselves.

But again and again there comes a time in history when the man who dares to say that two and two make four is punished with death. The schoolteacher is well aware of this. And the question is not one of knowing what punishment or reward attends the making of this calculation. The question is one of knowing whether two and two do make four

Utopia is that which is in contradiction with reality.

Always go too far, because that's where you'll find the truth