There are places where the mind dies so that a truth which is its very denial may be born.

Whoever today speaks of human existence in terms of power, efficiency, and historical tasks is an actual or potential assassin.

Every revolutionary ends up either by becoming an oppressor or a heretic.

Alas, after a certain age every man is responsible for his face.

In Holland, everyone is an expert in painting and in tulips.

It should be pointed out for our own guidance in the West that the continual signing of manifestoes and protests is one of the surest ways of undermining the efficacy and dignity of the intellectual. There exists a permanent blackmail that we all know and that we must have the often solitary courage to resist.

That's love, giving everything, sacrificing all without hope of return.