Dissonance is the truth about harmony.

For a man who no longer has a homeland, writing becomes a place to live.

The capacity for fear and for happiness are the same, the unrestricted openness to experience amounting to self-abandonment in which the vanquished rediscovers himself.

Not only is the self entwined in society; it owes society its existence in the most literal sense.

The good man is he who rules himself as he does his own property: his autonomous being is modelled on material power.

If across the Atlantic the ideology was pride, here it is delivering the goods.

He who integrates is lost.