God put self-pity by the side of despair like the cure by the side of the disease.

I have a good, hearty laugh and an energetic handshake, and those are trump cards.

If you keep on excusing, you eventually give your blessing to the slave camp, to cowardly force, to organized executioners, to the cynicism of great political monsters; you finally hand over your brothers.

I used to advertise my loyalty and I don't believe there is a single person I loved that I didn't eventually betray.

Can one be a saint if God does not exist? That is the only concrete problem I know of today.

None of the evils which totalitarianism ... claims to remedy is worse than totalitarianism itself.

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.