I suppose it is out of laziness that the world is the same day after day. Today it seemed to want to change. And then anything, anything could happen.

He was free, free in every way, free to behave like a fool or a machine, free to accept, free to refuse, free to equivocate; to marry, to give up the game, to drag this death weight about with him for years to come. He could do what he liked, no one had the right to advise him, there would be for him no Good or Evil unless he thought them into being.

A man is involved in life, leaves his impress on it, and outside of that there is nothing.

A madman's ravings are absurd in relation to the situation in which he finds himself, but not in relation to his madness.

Who can exhaust a man? Who knows a man's resources?

There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.

I have nothing but contempt for you idiotic chosen ones who have the heart to rejoice when there are the damned in Hell and the poor on earth; as for me, I am on the side of men and I will not leave it.