We must suffer to the end, to the moment when we stop believing in suffering.

No human beings more dangerous than those who have suffered for a belief: the great persecutors are recruited from the martyrs not quite beheaded. Far from diminishing the appetite for power, suffering exasperates it.

True contact between beings is established only by mute presence, by apparent non-communication, by that mysterious and wordless exchange which resembles inward prayer.

We would not be interested in human beings if we did not have the hope of someday meeting someone worse off than ourselves.

All that shimmers on the surface of the world, all that we call interesting, is the fruit of ignorance and inebriation.

The true hero fights and dies in the name of his destiny, and not in the name of a belief.

No one can enjoy freedom without trembling.