For 30 years I have tried to make it understood that there are no criminals.

If each one of us could make just one other happy, the whole world would know happiness.

One of them, for example, which will probably haunt me more than any other is the problem of communication.

I saw Mussolini tirelessly contemplate a parade of thousands of young men.

I adore life but I dont fear death. I just prefer to die as late as possible.

Trotsky rises to give me his hand, then sits at his desk, gently allowing his regard to light on my person.

Writing is not a profession but a vocation of unhappiness. I don't think an artist can ever be happy.