With a little luck that epoch may arrive. I am on the side of those who think that things will go better when the world has changed.

Once freedom lights its beacon in man's heart, the gods are powerless against him.

I wanted my own words. But the ones I use have dragged through I don't know how many consciences.

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

Man is nothing else but what he makes of himself. [It is a matter of choice, not chance.] Such is the first principle of existentialism.

I construct my memories with my present. I am lost, abandoned in the present. I try in vain to rejoin the past: I cannot escape.

We are our choices.