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

It is not right, my fellow-countrymen, you who know very well all the crimes committed in our name. It's not at all right that you do not breathe a word about them to anyone, not even to your own soul, for fear of having to stand in judgment of yourself. I am willing to believe that at the beginning you did not realize what was happening; later, you doubted whether such things could be true; but now you know, and still you hold your tongues.

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?

If you begin by saying, 'Thou shalt not lie,' there is no longer any possibility of political action.

I discovered suddenly that alienation, exploitation of man by man, under-nourishment, relegated to the background metaphysical evil which is a luxury.

I will not be modest. Humble, as much as you like, but not modest. Modesty is the virtue of the lukewarm.

Man exists, turns up, appears on the scene and only afterwards, defines himself