The role of the intellectual cannot be to excuse the violence of one side and condemn that of the other.

You know very well that I no longer think. I am far too intelligent for that.

There is nothing abstract about pain. It is specific, it is real, and, when it is intense, it is world destroying.

Everybody knows that pestilences have a way of recurring in the world; yet somehow we find it hard to believe in ones that crash down on our heads from a blue sky.

Absolute virtue is impossible and the republic of forgiveness leads, with implacable logic, to the republic of the guillotine.

Men die and they are not happy.

Forever I shall be a stranger to myself. In psychology as in logic, there are truths but no truth.