It is essential to persuade the soldier that those he is being urged to massacre are bandits who do not deserve to live; before killing other good, decent fellows like himself, his gun would fall from his hands.

The individual man tries to escape the race. And as soon as he ceases to represent the race, he represents man.

But can one still make resolutions when one is over forty? I live according to twenty-year-old habits.

The want of logic annoys. Too much logic bores. Life eludes logic, and everything that logic alone constructs remains artificial and forced.

Everything has been said before, but since nobody listens we have to keep going back and beginning all over again.

The world will be saved by one or two people.

I advise the young to tell themselves constantly that most often it is up to them alone.