Their guilt made me eloquent because I was not its victim.
She was waiting, but she didn't know for what. She was aware only of her solitude, and of the penetrating cold, and of a greater weight in the region of her heart.
On my way out I was even going to shake his hand, but I remembered just in time that I'd killed a man.
Man is the only creature that refuses to be what he is.
It is better to burn than to disappear.
In the world today, only a philosophy of eternity could justify non-violence.