My thought is me: that is why I cannot stop thinking. I exist because I think I cannot keep from thinking.

Our responsibility is much greater than we might have supposed, because it involves all mankind.

Because the Nazi venom worked its way even into our thoughts, every accurate thought was a conquest; because an all-powerful police sought to force us into silence every word became as precious as a declaration of principle; because we were persecuted, each of our gestures carried the weight of a commitment.

There may be more beautiful times, but this one is ours.

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.

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

On my way to the office in the morning, there are, in front of me, behind me, other men going to their jobs. I see them; if I dared, I would smile at them. I think to myself that I am a socialist, that they are the purpose of my life, of my efforts and that they do not know it yet.