Myths are made for the imagination to breath life into them.

There is merely bad luck in not being loved; there is misfortune in not loving. All of us, today, are dying of this misfortune. For violence and hatred dry up the heart itself; the long fight for justice exhausts the love that nevertheless gave birth to it.

I should like to be able to love my country and still love justice.

As for those whose role it is to love us - I mean, relatives and in-laws (what a word)- It's a different tune. They find the right word, but it's usually the one that wounds.

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.

On my way out I was even going to shake his hand, but I remembered just in time that I'd killed a man.

The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.