A man has only a limited number of ways in which he can express strong emotions or violent passions. He uses the same gestures as when what he feels is only petty and unimportant. He utters the same ordinary words.

What a curious power words have.

I risked my life to save lives. I'm not looking for glory. I just want people to know the truth about what happened.

I smile and I think that one human being must always be discovering another - through love. And that this is the most important thing on earth, and the most lasting.

The world is ruled by power and power is obtained by money.

And I think about my cell at the Pawiak prison. During the first week I felt I would not be able to endure a day without a book, without the circle of light under the parafin lamp in the evening, without a sheet of paper, without you. . . .

A man has only a limited number of ways in which he can express strong emotions or violent passions. He uses the same gestures as when what he feels is only petty and unimportant. He utters the same ordinary words.