Lucifer also has died with God, and from his ashes has arisen a spiteful demon who does not even understand the object of his venture.

To think is first of all to create a world (or to limit one's own world, which comes to the same thing).

After a short silence the doctor raised himself a little in his chair and asked if Tarrou had an idea of the path to follow for attaining peace. "Yes, he replied. "The path of sympathy.

I spent a long time looking at faces, drinking in smiles. Am I happy or unhappy? It’s not a very important question. I live with such frenzied intensity. Things and people are waiting for me, and doubtless I am waiting for them and desiring them with all my strength and sadness. But, here, I earn the right to be alive by silence and by secrecy. The miracle of not having to talk about oneself.

In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.

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

Here lives a free man. Nobody serves him.