All I maintain is that on this earth there are pestilences and there are victims, and it's up to us, so far as possible, not to join forces with the pestilences. That may sound simple to the point of childishness; I can't judge if it's simple, but I know it's true.

Finally, and most of all, words failed him.

Truth, like light is dazzling. By contrast, untruth is a beautiful sunset that enhances everything.

Death means nothing to men like me. It's the event that proves them right.

I've seen of enough of people who die for an idea. I don't believe in heroism; I know it's easy and I've learned it can be murderous. What interests me is living and dying for what one loves.

In our well-policed society we recognize that an illness is serious from the fact that we don't dare speak of it directly.

People have played on words and pretended to believe that refusing to grant a meaning to life necessarily leads to declaring that it is not worth living. In truth, there is no necessary common measure between these two judgments.