I have a remarkable memory; I forget everything. It is wonderfully convenient. It is as though the world were constantly renewing itself for me.

We spend our lives talking about this mystery. Our life.

There are places and moments in which one is so completely alone that one sees the world entire.

Socialism must come down from the brain and reach the heart.

The strong do not hesitate. They settle down, they sweat, they go on to the end. They exhaust the ink, they use up the paper.

There is nothing like literature: I lose a cow, I write about her death, and my writing pays me enough to buy another cow.

Be modest! It is the kind of pride least likely to offend.