Thus each of us had to be content to live only for the day, alone under the vast indifference of the sky.
In default of inexhaustible happiness, eternal suffering would at least give us a destiny. But we do not even have that consolation, and our worst agonies come to an end one day.
At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman.
To know oneself, one should assert oneself.
Capital punishment is the most premeditated of murders.
In the world today, only a philosophy of eternity could justify non-violence.