It is in your act that you exist, not in your body. Your act is yourself, and there is no other you.

No truth is proved, no truth achieved, by argument, and the ready-made truths men offer you are mere conveniences or drugs to make you sleep.

It is the savor of bread broken with comrades that makes us accept the values of war.

Man is, above all, he who creates.

Nothing comes of severity if there be no leanings towards a change of heart. And if there be natural leanings towards a change of heart, what need for severity?

But if you tame me, my life will be filled with sunshine. I'll know the sound of footsteps that will be different from all the rest. Others send me back underground. Yours will call me out of my burrow like music.

It's hard luck always having to be a judge.