Myths are made for the imagination to breath life into them.

The more I accuse myself, the more right I have to judge you. Even better, I make you judge yourself, which comforts me the more.

The world I live in is loathsome to me, but I feel one with the men who suffer in it

The absurd hero's refusal to hope becomes his singular ability to live in the present with passion.

I knew a pure heart who refused tot be mistrustful.... He had written at his doorstep: "From wherever you are, enter and be welcome". Who do you think responded to this lovely invitation? The militia, who made themselves at home and gutted him.

Liberty is dangerous.

To those who despair of everything reason cannot provide a faith, but only passion, and in this case it must be the same passion that lay at the root of the despair, namely humiliation and hatred.