Yes, everything is simple. It's people who complicate things.

There are always reasons for murdering a man. But there is no justification for his existence.

The real passion of the twentieth century is servitude.

It is not true that the heart wears out - but the body creates this illusion.

Against eternal injustice, man must assert justice, and to protest against the universe of grief, he must create happiness.

Your successes and happiness are forgiven you only if you generously consent to share them.

But - I cannot make a choice. I have my own sorrow, but I suffer with him, too; I share his pain. I understand all - that is my trouble.