It is too early to love. We will buy the right to do so by shedding blood.

I am not asking for sensational revelations, but I would like to sense the meaning of that minute, to feel it's urgency.

I wanted pure love: foolishness; to love one another is to hate a common enemy: I will thus espouse your hatred. I wanted Good: nonsense; on this earth and in these times, Good and Bad are inseparable: I accept to be evil in order to become good.

Absurd, irreducible; nothing — not even a profound and secret delirium of nature — could explain it. Obviously I did not know everything, I had not seen the seeds sprout, or the tree grow. But faced with this great wrinkled paw, neither ignorance nor knowledge was important: the world of explanations and reasons is not the world of existence. A circle is not absurd, it is clearly explained by the rotation of a straight segment around one of its extremities. But neither does a circle exist. This root, on the other hand, existed in such a way that I could not explain it.

I think that is the big danger in keeping a diary: you exaggerate everything.

To know what life is worth you have to risk it once in a while.

Our responsibility is much greater than we might have supposed, because it involves all mankind.