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

It is only in our decisions that we are important.

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

Never have I thought that I was the happy possessor of a "talent;" my sole concern has been to save myself by work and faith.

The more absurd life is, the more insupportable death is.

He was free, free in every way, free to behave like a fool or a machine, free to accept, free to refuse, free to equivocate; to marry, to give up the game, to drag this death weight about with him for years to come. He could do what he liked, no one had the right to advise him, there would be for him no Good or Evil unless he thought them into being.

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