En somme, dit Tarrou avec simplicité, ce qui m'intéresse, c'est de savoir comment on devient un saint.-Mais vous ne croyez pas en Dieu.-Justement. Peut-on être un saint sans Dieu, c'est le seul problème concret que je connaisse aujourd'hui.

But you will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life

... though a war may well be "too stupid," that doesn'tprevent its lasting. Stupidity has a knack of getting its way...

He marveled at the strange blindness by which men, though they are so alert to what changes in themselves, impose on their friends an image chosen for them once and for all. He was being judged by what he had been. Just as dogs don't change character, men are dogs to one another.

Some, often without knowing it, suffered from being deprived of the company of friends and from their inability to get in touch with them through the usual channels of friendship, letters, trains, and boats. Others, fewer these, Tarrou may have been one of them, had desired reunion with something they couldn't have defined, but which seemed to them the only desirable thing on earth. For want of a better name, they sometimes called it peace.