The hardest hit, as everywhere, are those who have no choice.

There is something embarrassing in... the way in which, ... turning suffering into images, harsh and uncompromising though they are, ... wounds the shame we feel in the presence of the victims. For these victims are used to create something, works of art, that are thrown to the consumption of a world which destroyed them.

An emancipated society, on the other hand, would not be a unitary state, but the realization of universality in the reconciliation of differences.

Happiness is obsolete: uneconomic.

Love you will find only where you may show yourself weak without provoking strength.

In his state of complete powerlessness the individual perceives the time he has left to live as a brief reprieve.

In many people it is already an impertinence to say 'I'.