I like these people swarming on the sidewalks, wedged into a little space of houses and canals, hemmed in by fogs, cold lands, and the sea streaming like a wet wash. I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere.

We rarely confide in those who are better than we are.

So the thing that bothered me most was that the condemned man had to hope the machine would work the first time.

Here lives a free man. Nobody serves him.

Life is the result of all your choices.

We call first truths those we discover after all the others.

There is always a certain hour of the day and of the night when a man’s courage is at its lowest ebb, and it was that hour only that he feared.