Even when one sits in the prisoner's dock, it is interesting to hear talk about oneself.

“To think the way you do,” he said smiling, “you have to be a man who lives either on a tremendous despair, or on a tremendous hope.” “On both, perhaps.”

Indeed, men never know how to love. nothing satisfies them. All they know is to dream, to imagine new duties, to look for new countries and new homes. While we women, we know that we must hasten to love, to share the same bed, hold hands, and fear absence. When we women love, we dream of nothing.

When there is no hope, one must invent hope.

I am too far away from what I love and my distance is without remedy.

The principle can be established that for a man who does not cheat what he believes to be true must determine his actions.

A régime [Nazism] which invented a biological foreign policy was obviously acting against its own best interests. But at least it obeyed its own particular logic.