As long as the writer cannot write for the two billion men who are hungry, he will be oppressed by a feeling of malaise.

I hate victims who respect their executioners.

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

I have no need for good souls: an accomplice is what I wanted.

My pessimism has never been flabby.

The coward makes himself cowardly, the hero makes himself heroic.

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