» There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy.
» It is restful, tragedy, because one knows that there is no more lousy hope left. You know you're caught, caught at last like a rat with all the world on its back. And the only thing left to do is shout -- not moan, or complain, but yell out at the top of your voice whatever it was you had to say. What you've never said before. What perhaps you don't even know till now.
» Poor little men, poor little cocks! As soon as they're old enough, they swell their plumage to be conquerors. If they only knew that it's enough to be just a little bit wounded and sad in order to obtain everything without fighting for it.
» The only immorality is not to do what one has to do when one has to do it.
» Saintliness is also a temptation.
» Nothing is irreparable in politics.
» One cannot weep for the entire world, it is beyond human strength. One must choose.
» Propaganda is a soft weapon; hold it in your hands too long, and it will move about like a snake, and strike the other way.
» Every man thinks God is on his side. The rich and powerful know he is.
» Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.