Death means nothing to men like me. It's the event that proves them right.
Mistakes are joyful, truth infernal.
What made me run away was doubtless not so much the fear of settling down, but of settling down permanently in something ugly.
The best are led to make greater demands upon themselves. As for those who succumb, they did not deserve to survive.
To live is in itself a value judgment. To breathe is to judge.
O light! This the cry of all the characters of ancient drama brought face to face with their fate. This last resort was ours, too, and I knew it now. In the middle of winter I at last discovered that there was in me an invincible summer.