Everybody knows that pestilences have a way of recurring in the world; yet somehow we find it hard to believe in ones that crash down on our heads from a blue sky.

To remain a man in today's world, one must have not only unfailing energy and unwavering intensity, one must also have a little luck.

Some cry: 'Love me!!' Others: 'Don't love me!!' But a certain genus, the worst and most unhappy, cries: 'Don't love me and be faithful to me!!'

Thinking is learning all over again how to see, directing one's consciousness, making of every image a privileged place.

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

In the past, the poverty they shared had a certain sweetness about it. When the end of the day came and they would eat their dinner in silence with the oil lamp between them, there was a secret joy in such simplicity, such retrenchment.

Fate is not in man but around him