The evil that is in the world always comes of ignorance, and good intentions may do as much harm as malevolence, if they lack understanding.
The need to be right is the sign of a vulgar mind.
Stupidity has a knack of getting its way.
The slave begins by demanding justice and ends by wanting to wear a crown.
When the soul suffers too much, it develops a taste for misfortune.
Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth.
A man is more a man through the things he keeps to himself than through those he says.
One recognizes one's course by discovering the paths that stray from it.
All great deeds and all great thoughts have a ridiculous beginning.
Some people talk in their sleep. Lecturers talk while other people sleep.
But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?
People hasten to judge in order not to be judged themselves.
It is the job of thinking people not to be on the side of the executioners.
Always there comes an hour when one is weary of one's work and devotion to duty, and all one craves for is a loved face, the warmth and wonder of a loving heart.
Basically, at the very bottom of life, which seduces us all, there is only absurdity, and more absurdity. And maybe that's what gives us our joy for living, because the only thing that can defeat absurdity is lucidity.
Truth, like light, is blinding. Lies, on the other hand, are a beautiful dusk, which enhances the value of each object.
Life is the sum of your choices.
Beginning to think is beginning to be undermined.
The innocent is the person who explains nothing
That is love, to give away everything, to sacrifice everything, without the slightest desire to get anything in return.3
If something is going to happen to me, I want to be there.
When I was young I asked more of people than they could give: everlasting friendship, endless feeling. Now I know to ask less of them than they can give: a straightforward companionship. And their feelings, their friendship, their generous actions seem in my eyes to be wholly miraculous: a consequence of grace alone.
Love is the kind of illness that does not spare the intelligent or the dull.
When there is no hope, one must invent hope.
What is a rebel? A man who says no.
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