In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.

To stay or to go, it amounted to the same thing.

Believe me, for certain men at least, not taking what one doesn't desire is the hardest thing in the world.

The truth, as the light, makes blind.

Every man, and for stronger reasons, every artist, wants to be recognized. So do I.

But when a man has had only four hours' sleep he isn't sentimental. He sees things as they are: that is to say, he sees them in the garish light of justice; hideous, witless justice.

None of the evils which totalitarianism ... claims to remedy is worse than totalitarianism itself.