Beware of those who say: "I know this too well to be able to express it." For if they cannot do so, this is because they don't know it or because out of laziness they stopped at the outer crust.

Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.

We are rebels for a cause, poets with a dream , and we won't let this world die without a fight.

Those who weep for the happy periods which they encounter in history acknowledge what they want; not the alleviation but the silencing of misery.

I am alive again, now that I can no longer stand to live.

A free press can, of course, be good or bad, but, most certainly without freedom, the press will never be anything but bad.

maybe she had become tired of being the girlfriend of a condemned man. It also occured to me that maybe she was sick, or dead. These things happen. [...] Anyway, after that, remembering Marie meant nothing to me. That seemed perfectly normal to me, since I understood very well that people would forget me when I was dead.