Without work, all life goes rotten. But when work is soulless, life stifles and dies.

A person I knew used to divide human beings into three categories: those who prefer to have nothing to hide rather than being obliged to lie, those who prefer lying to having nothing to hide, and finally those who like both lying and the hidden.

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

I am too much in love with my lies and hypocrisies not to confess them fervently.

In short, they were gambling on their luck, and luck is not to be coerced.

Charm is a way of getting the answer 'Yes' without asking a clear question.

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.