When love ceases to be tragic it is something else and the individual again throws himself in search of tragedy.

Men like us are good and proud and strong...if we had a faith, a God, nothing could undermine us. But we had nothing, we had to learn everything, and living for honor alone has its weaknesses.

We're going forward, but nothing changes.

I have no idea what's awaiting me, or what will happen when this all ends. For the moment I know this: there are sick people and they need curing.

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.

Morality, when formal, devours.

Any country where I am not bored is a country that teaches me nothing.