I belonged to the generation that grew up under National Socialism, and was blinded and led astray - and allowed itself to be led astray.

The patience of poverty. In rice fields, backs bent forever. Amazing, man outoxens the oxen and still smiles. The mystery of India, say Indologists.

Whenever there has been talk of exterminating rats, others, who were not rats, have been exterminated.

Even bad books are books and therefore sacred.

On sorrow floats laughter.

I have often supported Israel, I have often visited the country and want the country to exist and at last find peace with its neighbours.

Melancholy has ceased to be an individual phenomenon, an exception. It has become the class privilege of the wage earner, a mass state of mind that finds its cause wherever life is governed by production quotas.