All human actions are equivalent... and all are on principle doomed to failure.

You must be like me; you must suffer in rhythm.

It is therefore senseless to think of complaining since nothing foreign has decided what we feel, what we live, or what we are.

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.

What never vary are the necessities of being in the world, of having to labor and to die there.

Sometimes the truth is too simple for intellectuals.

Man can will nothing unless he has first understood that he must count on no one but himself.