In life there are no problems, that is, objective and external choices; there is only the life which we do not resolve as a problem but which we live….

Because the world to-day is so constructed that no one can do what he would like to do, and he is forced, instead, to do what others wish him to do. ….

An uncertain evil causes anxiety because, at the bottom of one's heart, one goes on hoping till the last moment that it may not be true; a certain ev….

I do not foresee a time when I shall feel that I have nothing to say..

When you aren't sincere you need to pretend, and by pretending you end up believing yourself; that's the basic principle of every faith..

...my boredom might be described as a malady affecting external objects and consisting of a withering process; an almost instantaneous loss of vitali….

The less one notices happiness, the greater it is..

The ratio of literacy to illiteracy is constant, but nowadays the illiterates can read and write..

I like to compare my method with that of painters centuries ago, proceeding from layer to layer..

It is what we are forced to do that forms our character, not what we do of our own free will..

Good writers are monotonous, like good composers. They keep trying to perfect the one problem they were born to understand..

When I sit at my table to write, I never know what it's going to be until I'm under way. I trust in inspiration, which sometimes comes and sometimes ….

Our ideals, laws and customs should be based on the proposition that each generation in turn becomes the custodian rather than the absolute owner of ….

Dictatorships are one-way streets. Democracy boasts two-way traffic..

Loyalty, Signor Molteni, not love. Penelope is loyal to Ulysses but we do not know how far she loved him...and as you know people can sometimes be ab….

I don't think it's possible to write a good novel around a negative personality..

Modern man-whether in the womb of the masses, or with his workmates, or with his family, or alone-can never for one moment forget that he is living i….

Yes, one uses what one knows, but autobiography means something else. I should never be able to write a real autobiography; I always end by falsifyin….

And we all know love is a glass which makes even a monster appear fascinating..

Every true writer is like a bird; he repeats the same song, the same theme, all his life. For me, this theme as always been revolt..

War has become an affair of machines...and soldiers are little more than clever mechanics..