. . . [we] read in the bystander's eyes the success or failure of our own conduct.
Speech is silver, silence is golden.
Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do that with all thy might and leave the issues calmly to God.
Do the duty which lies nearest to you, the second duty will then become clearer.
Not what you possess but what you do with what you have, determines your true worth.
The devil has his elect.
Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness.
After 48 years, I have said nothing.
Many fledgling moralists in those days were going about our town proclaiming there was nothing to be done about it and we should bow to the inevitable. And Tarrou, Rieux, and their friends might give one answer or another, but its conclusion was always the same, their certitude that a fight must be put up, in this way or that, and there must be no bowing down. . . There was nothing admirable about this attitude; it was merely logical.
If you work at comedy too laboriously, you can kill what's funny in the joke.
There Is No God. This negation must be understood solely to affect a creative Deity. The hypothesis of a pervading Spirit co-eternal with the universe remains unshaken.