The aim of art, the aim of a life can only be to increase the sum of freedom and responsibility to be found in every man and in the world. It cannot, under any circumstances, be to reduce or suppress that freedom, even temporarily.

A work of art is a confession.

Politics and the fate of mankind are formed by men without ideals and without greatness. Those who have greatness within them do not go in for politics.

They hurt each other without wanting to, just because each represented to the others the cruel and demanding necessity of their lives.

Utopia is that which is in contradiction with reality.

I hadn't understood how days could be both long and short at the same time: long to live through, maybe, but so drawn out that they ended up flowing into one another. They lost their names. Only 'yesterday' and 'tomorrow' still had any meaning for me.

Every minute of life carries with it its miraculous value, and its face of eternal youth.