Knowing what [Christ] knew , knowing all about mankind--ah! who would have thought that the crime is not so much to make others die, but to die oneself--confronted day and night with his innocent crime, it became too difficult to go on. It was better to get it over with, to not defend himself, to die, in order not to be the only one to have survived, and to go elsewhere, where, perhaps, he would be supported.

These are facts the heart can feel; yet they call for careful study before they become clear to the intellect.

There is no sun without shadow, and it is essential to know the night.

The role of the intellectual cannot be to excuse the violence of one side and condemn that of the other.

Yes, I'm happy, in human terms.

Marxism is not scientific: at the best, it has scientific prejudices.

When I was young, I expected from people more than they could give: neverending friendship and constant excitement. Now I expect less than they can actually can give: to stay close silently. And their feelings, friendship, noble deeds always seem like a miracle to me: a true grace.