Man, by definition, is born a stranger: coming from nowhere, he is thrust into an alien world which existed before him-a world which didn't need him. And which will survive him.

I belong to a tradition that believes that the death of a single child is a blemish on creation.

No one is as capable of gratitude as one who has escaped the kingdom of night.

I told him that I did not believe that they could burn people in our age, that humanity would never tolerate it . . .

For in the end, it is all about memory, its sources and its magnitude, and, of course, its consequences.

Always remember, my good friends, that there is one sin we must never commit and it is to humiliate another person or to allow another person to be humiliated in our presence without us screaming and shouting and protesting.

Gratitude is a word that I cherish. Gratitude is what defines the happiness and humanity of the human being.