For he who loses all often easily loses himself.

A man who would mutilate himself is well damned, isn't he?

My number is 174517; we have been baptized, we will carry the tattoo on our left arm until we die.

It is this refrain that we hear repeated by everyone: you are not at home, this is not a sanatorium, the only exit is by way of the Chimney. (What did it mean? Soon we were all to learn what it meant.)

To accuse another of having weak kidneys, lungs, or heart, is not a crime; on the contrary, saying he has a weak brain is a crime.

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

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