当我走出囚室、迈过通往自由的监狱大门时,我已经清楚,自己若不能把悲痛与怨恨留在身后,那么我其实仍在狱中。
The Provençal language is not dead; it sleeps in the hearts of the people, waiting to be awakened.
Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes.
The truth is not for all men, but only for those who seek it.
Dictatorship and authentic literature are incompatible. The writer is the natural enemy of dictatorship.