It is important what a man still plans at the end. It shows the measure of injustice in his death.

Almost Kien was tempted to believe in happiness, that contemptible life-goal of illiterates. If it came of itself, without being hunted for, if you did not hold it fast by force and treated it with a certain condescension, it was permissible to endure its presence for a few days

Travelling, one accepts everything; indignation stays at home. One looks, one listens, one is roused to enthusiasm by the most dreadful things because they are new. Good travellers are heartless.

A person often falls very ill in order to become someone else and then returns to health much disappointed.

He would like to start from scratch. Where is scratch?

Everything one records contains a grain of hope, no matter how deeply it may come from despair.

Understanding, as we understand it, is misunderstanding.