A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession.
An intellectual is someone whose mind watches itself.
At a certain level of suffering or injustice no one can do anything for anyone. Pain is solitary.
To live is to hurt others, and through others, to hurt oneself. Cruel earth! How can we manage not to touch anything? To find what ultimate exile?
The innocent is the person who explains nothing
Greatness consists in trying to be great. There is no other way.