There is but one freedom, to put oneself right with death. After that everything is possible.

I am too much in love with my lies and hypocrisies not to confess them fervently.

A liking for truth at any cost is a passion that spares nothing and that nothing resists. It's a vice, at times a comfort, or a selfishness.

The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.

We must stitch up what has been torn apart, render justice imaginable in the world which is so obviously unjust, make happiness meaningful for nations poisoned by the misery of this century. Naturally, it is a superhuman task. But tasks are called superhuman when men take a long time to complete them, that is all.

To lose the touch of flowers and women's hands is the supreme separation.

Great feelings take with them their own universe, splendid or abject.