I am too much in love with my lies and hypocrisies not to confess them fervently.

Every stone here sweats with suffering, I know that. I have never looked at them without a feeling of anguish. But deep in my heart I know that the most wretched among you have seen a divine face emerge from their darkness. That is the face you are asked to see.

The workman of today works every day in his life at the same tasks, and this fate is no less absurd. But it is tragic only at the rare moments when it becomes conscious.

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

I have no idea what's awaiting me, or what will happen when this all ends. For the moment I know this: there are sick people and they need curing.

But who would dare condemn me in this world with no judges, where no one is innocent!

But,' I reminded myself, 'it's common knowledge that life isn't worth living, anyhow.