They knew now that if there is one thing one can always yearn for, and sometimes attain, it is human love.
Sometimes he picked up his watch and stared as the minute hand shifted from one number to the next, marveling that five minutes should seem so interminable. Doubtless that watch opened the way—a painful and tormenting way—which leads to the supreme art of doing nothing.
The misery and greatness of this world: it offers no truths, but only objects for love. Absurdity is king, but love saves us from it.
I love my country too much to be a nationalist.
Great feelings take with them their own universe, splendid or abject. They light up with their passion an exclusive world in which they recognize their climate.
This precisely was the most disheartening thing: that the habit of despair is worse than despair itself.