A long association-prolonged human contact, when a man and woman live together-this ends up producing a sort of rot, a poison.

Who cares about great marks left behind? We have one life... just one. Our life. We have nothing else.

Killing time is the chief end of our society.

We cannot bear to regard ourselves simply as playthings of blind chance, we cannot admit to feeling ourselves abandoned.

There is no forgiveness in nature.

To believe in God is to know that all the rules will be fair, and that there will be wonderful surprises.

Is not man himself the most unsettled of all the creatures of the earth? What is this trembling sensation that is intensified with each ascending step in the natural order?