In wanting freedom we discover that it depends entirely on the freedom of others, and that the freedom of others depends on ours. . . I am obliged to want others to have freedom at the same time that I want my own freedom. I can take freedom as my goal only if I take that of others as a goal as well.

I never could bear the idea of anyone's expecting something from me. It always made me want to do just the opposite.

Photographs are not ideas. They give us ideas.

What is not possible is not to choose.

As for me, I am mean: that means that I need the suffering of others to exist. A flame. A flame in their hearts. When I am all alone, I am extinguished.

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

Several hours or several years make no difference once you have lost eternity.