I explained to him, however, that my nature was such that my physical needs often got in the way of my feelings.

So all a man could win in the conflict between plague and life was knowledge and memories.

The main thing is that everything become simple, easy enough for a child to understand.

O light! This the cry of all the characters of ancient drama brought face to face with their fate. This last resort was ours, too, and I knew it now. In the middle of winter I at last discovered that there was in me an invincible summer.

In order to exist, man must rebel.

There is no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn.

I have never been able, really, to regret anything in all my life. I have always been far much too absorbed in the present moment or the immediate future to think back.