Virtue cannot separate itself from reality without becoming a principle of evil.

Sometimes, from beyond the skycrapers, the cry of a tugboat finds you in your insomnia, and you remember that this desert of iron and cement is an island.

Most men are like me. They cannot live in a universe where the most bizarre thought can in one second enter into the realm of reality--where, most often, it does enter, like a knife in a heart.

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.

Only the sea, murmurous behind the dingy checkerboard of houses, told of the unrest, the precariousness, of all things in this world.

What made me run away was doubtless not so much the fear of settling down, but of settling down permanently in something ugly.

How do you put everyone in the pool, so you have the right to dry yourself in the sun?