The real nature of the present revealed itself: it was what exists, all that was not present did not exist.

It is only in our decisions that we are important.

One cannot become a saint when one works sixteen hours a day.

Time is too large, it can't be filled up. Everything you plunge into it is stretched and disintegrates.

Good digestions, the gray monotony of provincial life, and the boredom-ah the soul-destroying boredom-of long days of mild content.

Philosophy which does not help to illuminate the process of the liberation of the oppressed should be rejected.

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.