I wanted my own words. But the ones I use have dragged through I don't know how many consciences.

The past is the luxury of proprietors.

The more one is absorbed in fighting evil, the less one is tempted to place the good in question.

A human being who wakened in the morning with a queesy stomach, with fifteen hours to kill before next bedtime, had not much use for freedom.

I respect orders but I respect myself too and I do not obey foolish rules made especially to humiliate me.

Be quiet! Anyone can spit in my face, and call me a criminal and a prostitute. But no one has the right to judge my remorse.

We cannot withdraw our cards from the game. Were we as silent and mute as stones, our very passivity would be an act.