Men who have greatness within them don't go in for politics.

There is nothing abstract about pain. It is specific, it is real, and, when it is intense, it is world destroying.

A man devoid of hope and conscious of being so has ceased to belong to the future.

In order to exist, man must rebel.

Why should it be essential to love rarely in order to love much?

He seemed so certain about everything, didn't he? And yet none of his certainties was worth one hair of a woman's head. He wasn't even sure he was alive, because he was living like a dead man.

That's love, giving everything, sacrificing all without hope of return.