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

Once crime was as solitary as a cry of protest; now it is as universal as science. Yesterday it was put on trial; today it determines the law.

It takes time to live. Like any work of art, life needs to be thought about.

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

Where would his torture be, indeed, if at every step the hope of succeeding upheld him?

Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth.

The world is unimportant and whoever recognizes this conquers his liberty.