Why is it that my heart is so touched whenever I meet a dog lost in our noisy streets? Why do I feel such anguished pity when I see one of these creatures coming and going, sniffing everyone, frightened, despairing of even finding its master?

If something's just, I'll let myself be hacked to bits for it.

Truth is on the march, and nothing will stop it.

Governments are suspicious of literature because it is a force that eludes them.

The conclusion does not belong to the artist.

Did not one spend the first half of one's days in dreams of happiness and the second half in regrets and terrors?

Don't go looking at me like that because you'll wear your eyes out.