We Will Die, But Art Will Remain.

We Didn't Love Freedom Enough.

It's Not The Sea That Drowns You-it's The Puddle.

During My Time In The Camps, I Had Got To Know The Enemies Of The Human Race Quite Well: They Respect The Big Fist And Nothing Else; The Harder You Slug Them, The Safer You Will Be.

I Am Deeply Convinced That God Is Present Both In The Lives Of Every Person And Also In The Lives Of Entire Nations.

When I Was Young, The Early Death Of My Father Cast A Shadow Over Me - And I Was Afraid To Die Before All My Literary Plans Came True. But Between 30 And 40 Years Of Age My Attitude To Death Became Quite Calm And Balanced. I Feel It Is A Natural, But No Means The Final, Milestone Of One's Existence.