You have to be very rich or very poor to live without a trade.
Murder is terribly exhausting.
There can be no true goodness, nor true love, without the utmost clear-sightedness.
Something must happen; that is the reason for most human relationships. Something must happen; even servitude in love, in war, ordeath.
I had the whole sky in my eyes and it was blue and gold.
If you keep on excusing, you eventually give your blessing to the slave camp, to cowardly force, to organized executioners, to the cynicism of great political monsters; you finally hand over your brothers.