What gives value to travel is fear. It is a fact that, at a certain moment, when we are so far from our own country, we are seized by a vague fear and an instinctive desire to go back to the protection of old habits. I look upon it more as an occasion for testing.

It is not rebellion itself which is noble but the demands it makes upon us.

You know very well that I no longer think. I am far too intelligent for that.

We do not know how to eliminate evil, but we do know how to feed some of the hungry and heal some of the infirmed.

False judges are held up in the world's admiration and I alone know the true ones.

If the world were clear, art would not exist.

There was the same dazzling red glare. The sea gasped for air with each shallow, stifled wave that broke on the sand. ...with every blade of light that flashed off the sand, from a bleached shell or a peice of broken glass, my jaws tightened. I walked for a long time.