Book: Plague. Page 3

... life is barren, devoid of illusions.

... hard to live only with what you know and what you remember and not be ahead of expectations.

To lie too tedious.

The only way to unite people is to send plague onto them.

No one even the most unfortunate events in which it would not be their good sides.

- It seems that man is capable of anything.
- No, he was not able long to suffer, or long to be happy. So he's not capable of anything sensible.

A man can not truly share her grief, which did not see with my own eyes.

Only some artists know how to see!

In the history always and inevitably comes the hour when one who dares to say that two plus two is four, punished by death.

A public good is precisely the happiness of each individual person.

It happens often - the person suffers, suffers and he does not know.

A man can not forever be alone.

There is in the world something to aspire to always, and that sometimes given together, and is something that human tenderness.

There are more reasons to admire than to despise them.