It's all a great mystery...Look up at the sky and you'll see how everything changes

And at night I love to listen to the stars. It is like five hundred million little bells.

Prison is not a mere physical horror. It is using a pickaxe to no purpose that makes a prison.

Even our misfortunes are a part of our belongings.

To be a man is, precisely, to be responsible. It is to feel shame at the sight of what seems to be unmerited misery. It is to take pride in a victory won by one's comrades. It is to feel, when setting one's stone, that one is contributing to the building of the world.

It is the savor of bread broken with comrades that makes us accept the values of war.

He sat down. I sat down next to him. And after a silence, he spoke again. 'The stars are beautiful because of a flower you don't see...' I answered, 'Yes, of course.