Man wants to live, but it is useless to hope that this desire will dictate all his actions.

Yes, and when the love of life disappears, no meaning can console us.

Instead of killing and dying in order to produce the being that we are not, we have to live and let live in order to create what we are.

The laws of nature may be operative up to a certain limit, beyond which they turn against themselves to give birth to the absurd.

No cause justifies the deaths of innocent people.

No longer were there individual destinies; only a collective destiny, made of plague and emotions shared by all.

It is better to burn than to disappear.