I don't want to be a genius-I have enough problems just trying to be a man.

We are not certain, we are never certain. If we were we could reach some conclusions, and we could, at last, make others take us seriously.

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

People have played on words and pretended to believe that refusing to grant a meaning to life necessarily leads to declaring that it is not worth living. In truth, there is no necessary common measure between these two judgments.

After all perhaps the greatness of art lies in the perpetual tension between beauty and pain, the love of men and the madness of creation, unbearable solitude and the exhausting crowd, rejection and consent.

The welfare of the people in particular has always been the alibi of tyrants.

The nobility of our calling will always be rooted in two commitments difficult to observe: refusal to lie about what we know, and resistance to oppression.