You see, the contemporary writer must write through his intimations of unease, while trying to elucidate them.

A man who is free is like a mangy sheep in a herd. He will contaminate my entire kingdom and ruin my work.

A writer must refuse to allow himself to be transformed into an institution.

I needed to justify my existence, and I had made an absolute of literature. It took me thirty years to get rid of this state of mind.

Every human endeavor, however singular it seems, involves the whole human race.

Once liberty has exploded in the soul of a man, the gods can do nothing against that man.

I am a man, Jupiter, and each man must invent his own path.