Man is an idea, and a precious small idea once he turns his back on love.
There are causes worth dying for, but none worth killing for.
Everybody knows that pestilences have a way of recurring in the world; yet somehow we find it hard to believe in ones that crash down on our heads from a blue sky.
Martyrs, my friend, have to choose between being forgotten, mocked or used. As for being understood - never.
There are people who vindicate the world, who help others live just by their presence.
On good days, if you trust life, life has to answer you.