One is still what one is going to cease to be and already what one is going to become. One lives one's death, one dies one's life.

Life begins on the other side of despair.

There is a universe behind and before him. And the day is approaching when closing the last book on the last shelf on the far left; he will say to himself, "now what?

There are two types of poor people, those who are poor together and those who are poor alone. The first are the true poor, the others are rich people out of luck.

With despair, true optimism begins: the optimism of the man who expects nothing, who knows he has no rights and nothing coming to him, who rejoices in counting on himself alone and in acting alone for the good of all.

We are our choices.

the worst part about being lied to is knowing you werent worth the truth