There is only one heroism in the world: to see the world as it is, and to love it.

Thousands of animals (now billions) are butchered every day without a shadow of remorse. It cries vengeance upon all the human race.

Everyone, deep down within, carries a small cemetery of those he has loved.

Skepticism, riddling the faith of yesterday, prepared the way for the faith of tomorrow.

I would rather have this life of combat than the moral calm and mournful stupor of these last years. God give me struggle, enemies, howling crowds, all the combot of which I am capable.

You desire a popular art? Begin by having a "people" whose minds are liberated, a people not crushed by misery and ceaseless toil, not brutalized by every superstition and every fanaticism, a people of itself, and victor in the fight that is being waged today.

One makes mistakes; that is life. But it is never a mistake to have loved.