We make our own hell out of the people around us.
emotion is first of all and in principle an accident
Little flashes of sun on the surface of a cold, dark sea.
I do not believe in God; his existence has been disproved by Science. But in the concentration camp, I learned to believe in men.
Existence is an imperfection.
But I must finally realize that I am subject to these sudden transformations. The thing is that I rarely think; a crowd of small metamorphoses accumulate in me without my noticing it, and then, one fine day, a veritable revolution takes place.