In 1937, I began, like Lazarus, the impossible return.

Anybody looking for a quiet life has picked the wrong century to born in.

I do not know any way to explain why God's grace touches a man who seems unworthy of it.

On that road of the informer, it is always night. I cannot ever inform against anyone without feeling something die within me. I inform without pleasure, because it is necessary.

A man is not primarily a witness against something. That is only incidental to the fact that he is a witness for something.

In the United States, the working class are Democrats. The middle class are Republicans. The upper class are Communists.

A witness, in the sense that I am using the word, is a man whose life and faith are so completely one that when the challenge comes to step out and testify for his faith, he does so, disregarding all risks, accepting all consequences.