A liking for truth at any cost is a passion that spares nothing and that nothing resists. It's a vice, at times a comfort, or a selfishness.

You will always win if you make an effort, no matter how much. However, if you failed it means you were too lazy.

What I believe to be true I must therefore preserve. What seems to me so obvious, even against me, I must support.

The spirit of rebellion can only exist in a society where a theoretical equality conceals great factual inequalities. The problem of rebellion, therefore, has no meaning except within our own Western society.

What would become of the world if the condemned started to confide their heartaches to the executioners?

A stranger to myself and to the world, armed solely with a thought that negates itself as soon as it asserts, what is this condition in which I can have peace only by refusing to know and to live, in which the appetite for conquest bumps into walls that defy its assaults?

but perhaps we should love what we cannot understand