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In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
A free press can of course be good or bad, but, most certainly, without freedom it will never be anything but bad. . . . Freedom is nothing else but a chance to bet better, whereas enslavement is a certainty of the worse.
You know what charm is: a way of getting the answer yes without having asked any clear question.
There are always reasons for murdering a man. But there is no justification for his existence.
I have never been able, really, to regret anything in all my life. I have always been far much too absorbed in the present moment or the immediate future to think back.