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.

Why do you keep maintaining your ideas are right if you can't prove them?

I committed the first crime by creating men as mortals. After that, what more could you do, you the murderers? Come on; they already had death in them: at most you simply hastened things a little.

I suppose it is out of laziness that the world is the same day after day. Today it seemed to want to change. And then anything, anything could happen.

As long as the writer cannot write for the two billion men who are hungry, he will be oppressed by a feeling of malaise.

I receive letters from workers, from secretaries. . . . They are the most interesting ones.

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