We turn our backs on nature; we are ashamed of beauty. Our wretched tragedies have a smell of the office clinging to them, and the blood that trickles from them is the color of printer's ink.

The truth is that everyone is bored, and devotes himself to cultivating habits.

A craving for freedom and independence is generated only in a man still living on hope.

Do you believe in God, doctor?" No - but what does that really mean? I'm fumbling in the dark, struggling to make something out. But I've long ceased finding that original.

Freedom is not a gift received from the State or leader, but a possession to be won every day by the effort of each and the union of all.

There is merely bad luck in not being loved; there is misfortune in not loving. All of us, today, are dying of this misfortune. For violence and hatred dry up the heart itself; the long fight for justice exhausts the love that nevertheless gave birth to it.

Healthy people have a natural skill of avoiding feverish eyes.