In the vast reaches of the dry, cold night, thousands of stars were constantly appearing, and their sparkling icicles, loosened at once, began to slip gradually toward the horizon.

The world is unimportant and whoever recognizes this conquers his liberty.

We must stitch up what has been torn apart, render justice imaginable in the world which is so obviously unjust, make happiness meaningful for nations poisoned by the misery of this century. Naturally, it is a superhuman task. But tasks are called superhuman when men take a long time to complete them, that is all.

I am too far away from what I love and my distance is without remedy.

For who would dare to assert that eternal happiness can compensate for a single moment's human suffering

For the existentials, negation is their God. To be precise, that god is maintained only through the negation of human reason. But, like suicides, gods change with men.

But in the end one needs more courage to live than to kill himself.