The words that reverberate for us at the confines of this long adventure of rebellion are not formulas for optimism, for which we have no possible use in the extremities of our unhappiness, but words of courage and intelligence which, on the shores of the eternal seas, even have the qualities of virtue.

Still, obviously, one can't be sensible all the time.

In our well-policed society we recognize that an illness is serious from the fact that we don't dare speak of it directly.

She was wearing a pair of my pajamas with the sleeves rolled up. When she laughed I wanted her again. A minute later she asked me if I loved her. I told her it didn't mean anything but that I didn't think so. She looked sad. But as we were fixing lunch, and for no apparent reason, she laughed in such a way that I kissed her.

A single sentence will suffice for modern man. He fornicated and read the papers. After that vigorous definition, the subject will be, if I may say so, exhausted.

One must place one's principles in big things. For the small, graciousness will suffice.

We do not know how to eliminate evil, but we do know how to feed some of the hungry and heal some of the infirmed.