I am not made for politics because I am incapable of wanting or accepting the death of the adversary.

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?

The look of success, when it is worn a certain way, would infuriate a jackass.

To live is in itself a value judgment. To breathe is to judge.

But again and again there comes a time in history when the man who dares to say that two and two make four is punished with death. The schoolteacher is well aware of this. And the question is not one of knowing what punishment or reward attends the making of this calculation. The question is one of knowing whether two and two do make four

Something must happen; that is the reason for most human relationships. Something must happen; even servitude in love, in war, ordeath.

The more I accuse myself, the more right I have to judge you. Even better, I make you judge yourself, which comforts me the more.