I feel more fellowship with the defeated than with saints.

To remain a man in today's world, one must have not only unfailing energy and unwavering intensity, one must also have a little luck.

I felt as though I was partly unlearning what i had never learned and yet knew so well: I mean, how to live.

It was in Spain that [my generation] learned that one can be right and yet be beaten, that force can vanquish spirit, that there are times when courage is not its own recompense. It is this, doubtless, which explains why so many, the world over, feel the Spanish drama as a personal tragedy.

Powerful, yes, that is the word that I constantly rolled on my tongue, I dreamed of absolute power, the kind that forces others tokneel, that forces the enemy to capitulate, finally converting him, and the more the enemy is blind, cruel, sure of himself, buried in his conviction, the more his admission proclaims the royalty of he who has brought on his defeat.

The world I live in is loathsome to me, but I feel one with the men who suffer in it

I do not want to believe that death is the gateway to another life. For me, it is a closed door. I do not say it is a step we must all take, but that it is a horrible and dirty adventure.