My chief occupation, despite appearances, has always been love.

I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out there isn't, than live as if there isn't and to die to find out that there is.

Forever I shall be a stranger to myself. In psychology as in logic, there are truths but no truth.

People believe a man is in distress because his loved one dies in one day. But his real pain is less futile: it is that he finds out that sadness too does not last. Even pain has no meaning.

Capital punishment is the most premeditated of murders.

But, you know, I feel more fellowship with the defeated than with saints. Heroism and sanctity don't really appeal to me, I imagine. What interests me is being a man.

Obstinacy alone is not a virtue.