When the rich [and politically powerful] make war, it's the poor [and politically weak] who die.

Everything comes to us from others. To Be is to belong to someone.

The poor don't know that their function in life is to exercise our generosity.

This desire [to write] is rather strange all the same and is not without a certain "cracked" quality.

All human actions are equivalent... and all are on principle doomed to failure.

I'd come to realize that all our troubles spring from our failure to use plain, clear-cut language.

I do not believe in God; his existence has been disproved by Science. But in the concentration camp, I learned to believe in men.