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 Plague")

It is immoral not to tell.

Thinking is learning all over again how to see, directing one's consciousness, making of every image a privileged place.

I may not have been sure about what really did interest me, but I was absolutely sure about what didn't.

If you keep on excusing, you eventually give your blessing to the slave camp, to cowardly force, to organized executioners, to the cynicism of great political monsters; you finally hand over your brothers.

Gilbert Jonas, painter, believed in his star.... His own faith was not, however, without its virtues because it consisted in admitting, in some obscure way, that he would obtain many things without deserving them.

Love cannot accept what it is. Everywhere on earth it cries out against kindness, compassion, intelligence, everything that leads to compromise. Love demands the impossible, the absolute, the sky on fire, inexhaustible springtime, life after death, and death itself transfigured into eternal life.