None of the abstract concepts comes closer to fulfilled utopia than that of eternal peace.
For a man who no longer has a homeland, writing becomes a place to live.
He who integrates is lost.
Lies are told only to convey to someone that one has no need either of him or his good opinion.
Art is magic delivered from the lie of being truth.
It would be advisable to think of progress in the crudest, most basic terms: that no one should go hungry anymore, that there should be no more torture, no more Auschwitz. Only then will the idea of progress be free from lies.