how hard it must be to live only with what one knows and what one remembers, cut off from what one hopes for!

More and more, revolution has found itself delivered into the hands of its bureaucrats and doctrinaires on the one hand, and to the enfeebled and bewildered masses on the other.

Integrity needs no rules.

They hurt each other without wanting to, just because each represented to the others the cruel and demanding necessity of their lives.

The only conception of freedom I can have is that of the prisoner or the individual in the midst of the State. The only one I know is freedom of thought and action.

And indeed it could be said that once the faintest stirring of hope became possible, the dominion of plague was ended.

I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world.