It is immoral not to tell.
“To think the way you do,” he said smiling, “you have to be a man who lives either on a tremendous despair, or on a tremendous hope.” “On both, perhaps.”
Fate is not in man but around him
Wandering seemed no more than the happiness of an anxious man.
To feel absolutely right is the beginning of the end.
Men are convinced of your arguments, your sincerity, and the seriousness of your efforts only by your death.