And so I learned that familiar paths traced in the dusk of summer evenings may lead as well to prison as to innocent untroubled sleep.

Does the end justify the means? That is possible. But what will justify the end? To that question, which historical thought leaves pending, rebellion replies: the means.

Everything considered, a determined soul will always manage.

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.

Don't let them tell us stories.

One recognizes one's course by discovering the paths that stray from it.

Man cannot do without beauty, and this is what our era pretends to want to disregard.