In every life there is one particular event that is decisive for the entire person-for his fate, his convictions, his passions.

Let all of us who shared the prison soup meet again in better times!

Like a bicycle, like a wheel that, once rolling, is stable only so long as it keeps moving but falls when its momentum stops, so the game between a man and woman, once begun, can exist only so long as it progresses. If the forward movement today is no more than it was yesterday, the game is over.

Submissiveness to fate, the total abdication of your own will in the shaping of your life, the recognition that it was impossible to guess the best and the worst ahead of time but that it was easy to take a step you would reproach yourself for-all this freed the prisoner from any bondage, made him calmer, and even ennobled him.

The one who pulls is the one they urge on.

Cracks make caves collapse.

If one is a professional soldier, it is part of one's job to die sooner or later.