... I suppose that it is not so easy to go home and it takes a bit of time to make a son out of a stranger.

The best revenge you can have on intellectuals is to be madly happy.

When one has no character, one HAS to apply a method. Here it did wonders incontrovertibly, and I am living on the site of one of the greatest crimes in human history.

We are all special cases.

Poor and free rather than rich and enslaved. Of course, men want to be both rich and free, and this is what leads them at times to be poor and enslaved.

One dies if necessary, one breaks rather than bending. But I bend, because I continue to love myself.

No longer were there individual destinies; only a collective destiny, made of plague and emotions shared by all.