We only become what we are by the radical and deep-seated refusal of that which others have made of us.

I say a murder is abstract. You pull the trigger and after that you do not understand anything that happens.

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.

With a little luck that epoch may arrive. I am on the side of those who think that things will go better when the world has changed.

A kiss without a moustache, they said then, is like an egg without salt; I will add to it: and it is like Good without Evil.

I committed the first crime by creating men as mortals. After that, what more could you do, you the murderers? Come on; they already had death in them: at most you simply hastened things a little.

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