On my way to the office in the morning, there are, in front of me, behind me, other men going to their jobs. I see them; if I dared, I would smile at them. I think to myself that I am a socialist, that they are the purpose of my life, of my efforts and that they do not know it yet.

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.

I'm going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become.

Man is condemned to be free; because once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does.

Respectable society believed in God in order to avoid having to speak about him.

I am alone in this white, garden-rimmed street. Alone and free. But this freedom is rather like death.

I have changed as everyone changes: within a permanency.