The act of love . . . is a confession. Selfishness screams aloud, vanity shows off, or else true generosity reveals itself.

Thinking of the future, establishing aims for oneself, having preferences-all this presupposes a belief in freedom, even if one occasionally ascertains that one doesn't feel it.

The opposite of an idealist is too often a man without love.

Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.

My dear friend, we mustn't give them even the slightest excuse to judge us! Otherwise, we end up in pieces.

Rebellion, in man, is the refusal to be treated as an object and to be reduced to simple historical terms. It is the affirmation of a nature common to all men, which eludes the world of power.

I lived with the only continuity, day to day, of the me-me-me.