Indifference is the sign of sickness, a sickness of the soul more contagious than any other.

We were masters of nature, masters of the world. We had forgotten everything--death, fatigue, our natural needs. Stronger than cold or hunger, stronger than the shots and the desire to die, condemned and wandering, mere numbers, we were the only men on earth.

The danger lies in forgetting.

I shall always remember that smile. From what world did it come from?

I've organised for the last years, since I got the Nobel Prize actually, Anatomy of Hate Conferences all over the world, what is hate. Didn't help but at least they explored it.

We believed in God, trusted in man, and lived with the illusion that every one of us has been entrusted with a sacred spark.

Drawn to childhood, the old man will seek it in a thousand different ways.