The plight of modern man is that he is condemmed to be free.

Some men are born committed to action: they do not have a choice, they have been thrown on a path, at the end of that path, an act awaits them, their act.

Besides one should not believe that the people only want reading that is easy to absorb.

To choose not to choose is still to act.

No finite point has meaning without an infinite reference point.

But [your crime] will be there, one hundred times denied, always there, dragging itself behind you. Then you will finally know that you have committed your life with one throw of the die, once and for all, and there is nothing you can do but tug our crime along until your death. Such is the law, just and unjust, of repentance. Then we will see what will become of your young pride.

I had spent my time counterfeiting eternity.