I was born poor and without religion, under a happy sky, feeling harmony, not hostility, in nature. I began not by feeling torn, but in plenitude.
Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.
The opposite of an idealist is too often a man without love.
Once one's up against it, the precise manner of one's death has obviously small importance.
There may be responsible persons, but there are no guilty ones.
There are always reasons for murdering a man. But there is no justification for his existence.