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

Several hours or several years make no difference once you have lost eternity.

I don't know. Everything. Living. Smoking.

Ah! How I hate the crimes of the new generation: they are dry and sterile as darnel.

Better to have beasts that let themselves be killed than men who run away.

Once freedom lights its beacon in man's heart, the gods are powerless against him.

Acting is happy agony.