In the end, we would like not to be guilty while at the same time being dispensed of the effort of purifying ourselves. Not enough cynicism and not enough virtue.
The purpose of a writer is to keep civilization from destroying itself.
But who would dare condemn me in this world with no judges, where no one is innocent!
I am too far away from what I love and my distance is without remedy.
The need to be right is the sign of a vulgar mind.
Against eternal injustice, man must assert justice, and to protest against the universe of grief, he must create happiness.