I should like to be able to love my country and still love justice.

Why should it be essential to love rarely in order to love much?

I know of only one duty, and that is to love.

After another moment's silence, she mumbled that I was peculiar, that that was probably why she loved me but that one day I might disgust her for the very same reason.

They knew now that if there is one thing one can always yearn for, and sometimes attain, it is human love.

And he knew, also, what the old man was thinking as his tears flowed, and he, Rieux, thought it too: that a loveless world is a dead world, and always there comes an hour when one is weary of prisons, of one's work, and of devotion to duty, and all one craves for is a loved face, the warmth and wonder of a loving heart.