Love or hatred calls for self-surrender. He cuts a fine figure, the warm-blooded, prosperous man, solidly entrenched in his well-being, who one fine day surrenders all to love—or to hatred; himself, his house, his land, his memories.

Freedom is existence, and in it existence precedes essence.

Life begins on the other side of despair.

Fascism is not defined by the number of its victims, but by the way it kills them.

I do not believe in God; his existence has been disproved by Science. But in the concentration camp, I learned to believe in men.

I have no need for good souls: an accomplice is what I wanted.

The consciousness that says 'I am' is not the consciousness that thinks.