So much torture, bloodshed, deceit. You cannot make your young people practice torture twenty-four hours a day and not expect to pay a price for it.

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

There it is: I am gently slipping into the water's depths, towards fear.

Man is fully responsible for his nature and his choices.

I was a neophyte in another world [in 1954].

I had realized in the meantime that action too has its difficulties, and that one can also be led to it by neurosis. We are not saved by politics any more than by literature.

There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.