Human nature is full of riddles; . . . one of those riddles is: how is it that people who have been crushed by the sheer weight of slavery and cast to the bottom of the pit can nevertheless find strength in themselves to rise up and free themselves first in spirit and then in body while those who soar unhampered over the peaks of freedom suddenly lose the taste of freedom, lose the will to defend it, and, hopelessly confused and lost, almost begin to crave slavery?'

It is time in the West to defend not so much human rights as human obligations.

When you're cold, don't expect sympathy from someone who's warm.

The battleline between good and evil runs through the heart of every man.

The meaning of earthly existence lies not, as we have grown used to thinking, in prospering, but in the development of the soul...

Every human act can be disguised with a coating of gilt.

The same old caveman feeling-greed, envy, violence, and mutual hate, which along the way assumed respectable pseudonyms like class struggle, racial struggle, mass struggle, labor-union struggle-are tearing our world to pieces.