…there's no question of heroism in all this. It's a matter of common decency. That's an idea which may make some people smile, but the only means of fighting a plague is - common decency.

What is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying.

When you have once seen the glow of happiness on the face of a beloved person, you know that a man can have no vocation but to awaken that light on the faces surrounding him. In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.

Do not be surprised. I do not like writers and I cannot stand their lies. They speak so as not to listen to themselves speak. If they did listen, they would know that they are nothing and then they would no longer be able to speak.

The current motto for all of us can only be this: without giving up anything on the plane of justice, yield nothing on the plane of freedom.

There is a life and there is a death, and there are beauty and melancholy between.

how hard it must be to live only with what one knows and what one remembers, cut off from what one hopes for!