I felt free and chained at the same time - like one feels just before election, when all the crooks have been nominated and you are beseeched to vote for the right man.

I wanted to die; I wanted to surrender because I saw no sense in struggling. I felt that nothing would be proved, substantiated, added or subtracted by continuing an existence which I had not asked for.

The most difficult thing to adjust to, apparently, is peace and contentment.

There's nothing wrong with the world. What's wrong is our way of looking at it.

The only law which is really lived up to wholeheartedly and with a vengeance is the law of conformity.

Every man has his own destiny: the only imperative is to follow it, to accept it, no matter where it leads him.

The City of New York is like an enormous citadel, a modern Carcassonne. Walking between the magnificent skyscrapers one feels the presence on the fringe of a howling, raging mob, a mob with empty bellies, a mob unshaven and in rags.