When rich people fight wars with one another, poor people are the ones to die.

Consciousness is a being the nature of which is to be conscious of the nothingness of its being.

For the artist, the color, the bouquet, the tinkling of the spoon on the saucer, are things in the highest degree. He stops at the quality of the sound or the form. He returns to it constantly and is enchanted with it.

There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.

What do you want to do with the [Communist] Party? A racing stable? What good is it to sharpen a knife every day if you never useit for slicing? A party is never more than a means. There is only one objective: power.

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.

We are our choices.