She was waiting, but she didn't know for what. She was aware only of her solitude, and of the penetrating cold, and of a greater weight in the region of her heart.

Even when one sits in the prisoner's dock, it is interesting to hear talk about oneself.

It is always easy to be logical. It is almost impossible to be logical to the bitter end.

Likewise and during every day of an unillustrious life, time carries us. But a moment always comes when we have to carry it.

What I believe to be true I must therefore preserve. What seems to me so obvious, even against me, I must support.

The future is the only transcendental value for men without God.

We all carry within us places of exile, our crimes, our ravages. Our task is not to unleash them on the world; it is to transform them in ourselves and others.