Man can will nothing unless he has first understood that he must count on no one but himself.

A lost battle is a battle one thinks one has lost.

When I can't see myself in the mirror, I can't even feel myself, and I begin to wonder if I exist at all.

It is enough that one man hate another for hate to gain, little by little, all mankind.

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.

Good digestions, the gray monotony of provincial life, and the boredom-ah the soul-destroying boredom-of long days of mild content.

Freedom is what you do with what's been done to you.