There is no sun without shadow, and it is essential to know the night.

There is merely bad luck in not being loved; there is misfortune in not loving. All of us, today, are dying of this misfortune. For violence and hatred dry up the heart itself; the long fight for justice exhausts the love that nevertheless gave birth to it.

Who taught you all this, doctor?" The reply came promptly: "Suffering.

You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself.

Man is always prey to his truths. Once he has admitted them, he cannot free himself from them.

Crime too is a form of solitude, even if one thousand get together to commit it. And it is right for me to die alone, after having lived and killed alone.

The workman of today works every day in his life at the same tasks, and this fate is no less absurd. But it is tragic only at the rare moments when it becomes conscious.