To love is not to look at one another: it is to look, together, in the same direction.

Truth, for any man, is that which makes him a man.

Cries of despair, misery, sobbing grief are a kind of wealth.

But games always cover something deep and intense, else there would be no excitement in them, no pleasure, no power to stir us.

No destiny attacks us from outside. But, within him, man bears his fate and there comes a moment when he knows himself vulnerable; and then, as in a vertigo, blunder upon blunder lures him.

To become a man is to be responsible; to be ashamed of miseries that you did not cause.

Once you are my friend, I am responsible for you.