It would be unjust, and moreover Utopian, for Shakespeare to direct the shoemakers' union. But it would be equally disastrous forthe shoemakers' union to ignore Shakespeare.

No longer were there individual destinies; only a collective destiny, made of plague and emotions shared by all.

Outside of that single fatality of death, everything, joy or happiness, is liberty.

The first progressive step for a mind overwhelmed by the strangeness of things is to realize that this feeling of strangeness is shared with all men and that human reality, in its entirety, suffers from the distance which separates it from the rest of the universe.

If Christianity is pessimistic as to man, it is optimistic as to human destiny. Well, I can say that, pessimistic as to human destiny, I am optimistic as to man.

Without work, all life goes rotten. But when work is soulless, life stifles and dies.

Likewise, every time somebody interjects to speak of my honesty there is someone who quivers inside me.