Perhaps its inevitable, perhaps one has to choose between being nothing at all and impersonating what one is.

Life is a useless passion.

It is meaningless that we are born, it is meaningless that we die.

Originally, poetry creates the myth, while the prose-writer draws its portrait.

To know what life is worth you have to risk it once in a while.

Heroism is not to be won at the point of a pen.

So much torture, bloodshed, deceit. You cannot make your young people practice torture twenty-four hours a day and not expect to pay a price for it.