Travel, which is like a greater and a graver science, brings us back to ourselves.

Men are convinced of your arguments, your sincerity, and the seriousness of your efforts only by your death.

No code of ethics and no effort are justifiable a priori in the face of the cruel mathematics that command our condition.

A free press can, of course, be good or bad, but, most certainly without freedom, the press will never be anything but bad.

Men must live and create. Live to the point of tears.

In the next few years the struggle will not be between utopia and reality, but between different utopias, each trying to impose itself on reality ... we can no longer hope to save everything, but ... we can at least try to save lives, so that some kind of future, if perhaps not the ideal one, will remain possible.

What on earth prompted you to take a hand in this?" "I don't know. My… my code of morals, perhaps." "Your code of morals. What code, if I may ask?" "Comprehension.