The writer is committed when he plunges to the very depths of himself with the intent to disclose, not his individuality, but his person in the complex society that conditions and supports him.

There is no human nature, since there is no god to conceive it.

I am not virtuous. Our sons will be if we shed enough blood to give them the right to be.

I found the human heart empty and insipid everywhere except in books.

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

This [service to oppressed] is the writer's task, and, if he fulfills it as he should, he acquires no merit from it.

Heroism is not to be won at the point of a pen.