I am not even alive enough to know how to kill myself

An enemy who sees the error of his ways ceases to be an enemy.

Today I think that if for no other reason than that an Auschwitz existed, no one in our age should speak of Providence.

Each of us bears the imprint of a friend met along the way; In each the trace of each.

In history and in life one sometimes seems to glimpse a ferocious law which states: to he that has, will be given; from he that has not, will be taken away.

This is the most immediate fruit of exile, of uprooting: the prevalence of the unreal over the real. Everyone dreamed past and future dreams, of slavery and redemption, of improbable paradises, of equally mythical and improbable enemies; cosmic enemies, perverse and subtle, who pervade everything like the air.

I too entered the Lager as a nonbeliever, and as a nonbeliever I was liberated and have lived to this day.