If the descent is thus sometimes performed in sorrow, it can also take place in joy.

The revolutionary government was required to become the government of the war.

The truth, as the light, makes blind.

The workman of today works every day in his life at the same tasks, and this fate is no less absurd. But it is tragic only at the rare moments when it becomes conscious.

Every artist preserves deep within him a single source from which, throughout his lifetime, he draws what he is, and what he says. When the source dries up, the work withers and crumbles.

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.

In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion.