Men are never really willing to die except for the sake of freedom: therefore they do not believe in dying completely.

Where would his torture be, indeed, if at every step the hope of succeeding upheld him?

Only the sea, murmurous behind the dingy checkerboard of houses, told of the unrest, the precariousness, of all things in this world.

The world is unimportant and whoever recognizes this conquers his liberty.

There are more things to admire in men than to despise.

No, Father, I've a very different idea of love. And until my dying day I shall refuse to love a scheme of things in which children are put to torture.

It is natural to give a clear view of the world after accepting the idea that it must be clear.