A fate is not a punishment.

Every revolutionary ends up either by becoming an oppressor or a heretic.

I make myself strict rules in order to correct my nature. But it is my nature that I finally obey.

Everyone would like to behave like a pagan, with everyone else behaving like a Christian.

His own faith, however, was not lacking in virtues since it consisted in acknowledging obscurely that he would be granted much without ever deserving anything.

What, then, is that incalculable feeling that deprives the mind of the sleep necessary to life? A world that can be explained even with bad reasons is a familiar world. But, on the other hand, in a universe suddenly divested of illusions and lights, man feels an alien, a stranger. His exile is without remedy since he is deprived of the memory of a lost home or the hope of a promised land. This divorce between man and his life, the actor and his setting, is properly the feeling of absurdity.

...Any authentic creation is a gift to the future.