A people represents not so much an aggregate of ideas and theories as of obsessions.

Hungarian Language — savage it may be but of a beauty that has nothing human about it, with sonorities of another universe, powerful and corrosive, appropriate to prayer, to groans and to tears, risen out of hell to perpetuate its accent and its aura…words of nectar and cyanide.

I dream of a language whose words, like fists, would fracture jaws.

Fear can supplant our real problems only to the extent -unwilling either to assimilate or to exhaust it -we perpetuate it within ourselves like a temptation and enthrone it at the very heart of our solitude.

You are done for - a living dead man - not when you stop loving but stop hating. Hatred preserves: in it, in its chemistry, resides the mystery of life.

I saw that philosophy had no power to make my life more bearable. Thus I lost my belief in philosophy.

If we had the courage to confront the doubts we timidly conceive about ourselves, none of us would utter an 'I' without shame.