We must stitch up what has been torn apart, render justice imaginable in the world which is so obviously unjust, make happiness meaningful for nations poisoned by the misery of this century. Naturally, it is a superhuman task. But tasks are called superhuman when men take a long time to complete them, that is all.

History only exists, in the final analysis, for God.

There is only one class of men, the privileged class

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

When there is no hope, one must invent hope.

In short, they were gambling on their luck, and luck is not to be coerced.

To lose one's life is no great matter; when the time comes I'll have the courage to lose mine. But what's intolerable is to see one's life being drained of meaning, to be told there's no reason for existing. A man can't live without some reason for living.