She believed in nothing; only her skepticism kept her from being an atheist.

I do not feel that I am the product of chance, a speck of dust in the universe, but someone who was expected, prepared, prefigured. In short, a being whom only a Creator could put here; and this idea of a creating hand refers to God.

The writer is committed when he plunges to the very depths of himself with the intent to disclose, not his individuality, but his person in the complex society that conditions and supports him.

One does not adopt a new idea, one slips into it.

It is only in our decisions that we are important.

Nothingness lies coiled in the heart of being - like a worm.

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