What’s true of all the evils in the world is true of plague as well. It helps men to rise above themselves.

But, you know, I feel more fellowship with the defeated than with saints. Heroism and sanctity don't really appeal to me, I imagine. What interests me is being a man.

Since we're all going to die, it's obvious that when and how don't matter.

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

No excuses ever, for anyone; that is my principle at the outset. I deny the good intention, the respectable mistake, the indiscretion, the extenuating circumstance. With me there is no giving of absolution or blessing.

Big tears of frustration and exhaustion were streaming down his cheeks. But because of all the wrinkles, they weren't dripping off. They spread out and ran together again, leaving a watery film over his ruined face.

History only exists, in the final analysis, for God.