What, in fact, is a novel but a universe in which action is endowed with form, where final words are pronounced, where people possess one another completely, and where life assumes the aspect of destiny?

That is love, to give away everything, to sacrifice everything, without the slightest desire to get anything in return.3

You cannot create experience. You must undergo it.

He was expressing his certainty that my appeal would be granted, but I was carrying the burden of a sin from which I had to free myself. According to him, human justice was nothing and divine justice was everything. I pointed out it was the former that had condemned me.

Men die and they are not happy.

I rebel; therefore I exist.

There's the risk of being loved...and that would keep me from being happy.