To begin with, poor people´s memory is less nourished than that of a rich; it has fewer landmarks in space because they seldom leave the place where they live, and fewer reference points in time throughtout lives that are grey and featureless.

Truth, like light, is blinding. Lies, on the other hand, are a beautiful dusk, which enhances the value of each object.

Yes, and when the love of life disappears, no meaning can console us.

The first concern of any dictatorship is, consequently, to subjugate both labor and culture.

And never have I felt so deeply at one and the same time so detached from myself and so present in the world.

I know of only one duty, and that is to love.

No cause justifies the deaths of innocent people.