A man is involved in life, leaves his impress on it, and outside of that there is nothing.

A kiss without a moustache, they said then, is like an egg without salt; I will add to it: and it is like Good without Evil.

Evil is the product of the ability of humans to make abstract that which is concrete.

What then did you expect when you unbound the gag that muted those black mouths? That they would chant your praises? Did you think that when those heads that our fathers had forcibly bowed down to the ground were raised again, you would find adoration in their eyes?

It is only in our decisions that we are important.

I believe, I desire, that social and economic ills may be remedied.

I exist. It's sweet, so sweet, so slow. And light: you'd think it floated all by itself. It stirs. It brushes by me, melts and vanishes. Gently, gently. There is bubbling water in my mouth. I swallow. It slides down my throat, it caresses me — and now it comes up again into my mouth. For ever I shall have a little pool of whitish water in my mouth - lying low - grazing my tongue. And this pool is still me. And the tongue. And the throat is me.