When one loves animals and children too much, one loves them against human beings.

The lad who dreams of being a boxing champion or an admiral chooses reality. If the writer chooses the imaginary, he confuses the two.

Photographs are not ideas. They give us ideas.

If I relegate impossible Salvation to the prop room, what remains? A whole man, composed of all men and as good as all of them and no better than any.

Be quiet! Anyone can spit in my face, and call me a criminal and a prostitute. But no one has the right to judge my remorse.

There is no salvation anywhere. The idea of salvation implies the idea of an absolute.

How can I, who was not able to retain my own past, hope to save that of another?