We are all special cases.

At times I feel myself overtaken by an immense tenderness for these people around me who live in the same century.

The welfare of the people in particular has always been the alibi of tyrants.

There is nothing abstract about pain. It is specific, it is real, and, when it is intense, it is world destroying.

... here, where the gaze is stopped everywhere, the whole earth is designed so that the face turns upward and the gaze implores. Oh! I hate this world where we are reduced to God.

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

I should like to be able to love my country and still love justice.