It is therefore senseless to think of complaining since nothing foreign has decided what we feel, what we live, or what we are.
There is no salvation anywhere. The idea of salvation implies the idea of an absolute.
When we love animals and children too much, we love them at the expense of men.
How can I, who was not able to retain my own past, hope to save that of another?
I don't know. Everything. Living. Smoking.
When my relations with the Communist Party gave me the necessary perspective I decided to write my autobiography. I wanted to show how a man can pass from literature held sacred to action which nevertheless remains that of an intellectual.