It is horrible to see everything that one detested in the past coming back wearing the colors of the future.

I still understand a few words in life, but I no longer think they make a sentence.

Far too often the choices reality proposes are such as to take away one's taste for choosing.

The books one has written in the past have two surprises in store: one couldn't write them again, and wouldn't want to.

One kills a man, one is an assassin; one kills millions, one is a conqueror; one kills everybody, one is a god.

Stupidity, outrage, vanity, cruelty, iniquity, bad faith, falsehood - we fail to see the whole array when it is facing in the same direction as we.

The least one can say of power is that a vocation for it is suspicious.