I have never been able to renounce the light, the pleasure of being, and the freedom in which I grew up.

Their pleasures are fierce and their sleep impenetrable. And they know that the body has a soul in which the soul has no part.

I grew up with the sea, and poverty for me was sumptuous; then I lost the sea and found all luxuries gray and poverty unbearable.

Conscious of not being able to separate myself from my time, I have decided to become part of it.

There is but one freedom, to put oneself right with death. After that everything is possible.

A free press can, of course, be good or bad, but, most certainly without freedom, the press will never be anything but bad.