For if there is a sin against life, it consists perhaps not so much in despairing of life as in hoping for another life and in eluding the implacable grandeur of this life.

Finally, and most of all, words failed him.

There is scarcely any passion without struggle.

Believe me, the hardest thing for a man to give up is that which he really doesn't want, after all.

All that remains is a fate whose outcome alone is fatal. Outside of that single fatality of death, everything, joy or happiness, is liberty. A world remains of which man is the sole master. What bound him was the illusion of another world.

Life can be magnificent and overwhelming -- that is the whole tragedy. Without beauty, love, or danger it would almost be easy to live.

Intelligence in chains loses in lucidity what it gains in intensity.