The act of love is a confession.

On my way out I was even going to shake his hand, but I remembered just in time that I'd killed a man.

Freedom is not a gift received from the State or leader, but a possession to be won every day by the effort of each and the union of all.

Without work, all life goes rotten. But when work is soulless, life stifles and dies.

What is a rebel? A man who says no.

In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion; in order to serve others better, one has to hold them at a distance for a time. But where can one find the solitude necessary to vigor, the deep breath in which the mind collects itself and courage gauges its strength? There remain big cities.

I was tormented by my desire for a woman ... I thought so much about a woman, about women, about all the ones I had known, about all the circumstances in which I had enjoyed them, that my cell would be filled with their faces and crowded with my desires.