The human heart has a tiresome tendency to label as fate only what crushes it. But happiness likewise, in its way, is without reason, since it is inevitable.

The society based on production is only productive, not creative.

It is necessary to fall in love... if only to provide an alibi for all the random despair you are going to feel anyway.

Even when one sits in the prisoner's dock, it is interesting to hear talk about oneself.

They hurt each other without wanting to, just because each represented to the others the cruel and demanding necessity of their lives.

But all the long speeches, all the interminable days and hours that people had spent talking about my soul, had left me with the impression of a colorless swirling river that was making me dizzy.

There are plagues, and there are victims, and it's the duty of good men not to join forces with the plagues.