They were renewed by love; the heart of each held infinite sources of life for the heart of the other.

But man is a fickle and disreputable creature and perhaps, like a chess-player, is interested in the process of attaining his goal rather than the goal itself.

Sometimes we desire absolute nonsense because in our stupidity we see in this nonsense the easiest way of attaining some conjectural good.

The meanest and most hateful thing about money is that it even gives one talent.

One must love life before loving its meaning ... yes, and when the love of life disappears, no meaning can console us.

As soon as any one is near me, his personality disturbs my self-complacency and restricts my freedom. In twenty-four hours I begin to hate the best of men: one because he's too long over his dinner; another because he has a cold and keeps on blowing his nose. I become hostile to people the moment they come close to me. But it has always happened that the more I detest men individually the more ardent becomes my love for humanity.

Suppose, gentleman, that man is not stupid.