The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.

To begin with, poor people´s memory is less nourished than that of a rich; it has fewer landmarks in space because they seldom leave the place where they live, and fewer reference points in time throughtout lives that are grey and featureless.

To remain a man in today's world, one must have not only unfailing energy and unwavering intensity, one must also have a little luck.

It is immoral not to tell.

Capital punishment is the most premeditated of murders.

The workman of today works every day in his life at the same tasks, and this fate is no less absurd. But it is tragic only at the rare moments when it becomes conscious.

It is in the thick of calamity that one gets hardened to the truth - in other words, to silence.