The first time it was reported that our friends were being butchered there was a cry of horror. Then a hundred were butchered. But when a thousand were butchered and there was no end to the butchery, a blanket of silence spread. When evil-doing comes like falling rain, nobody calls out "stop!" When crimes begin to pile up they become invisible. When sufferings become unendurable the cries are no longer heard. The cries, too, fall like rain in summer.

In the contradiction lies the hope.

Only bad generals need heroes.

Today every invention is received with a cry of triumph which soon turns into a cry of fear.

You can't write poems about trees when the woods are full of policemen.

Something ignoble, loathsome, undignified attends all associations between people and has been transferred to all objects, dwelling, tools, even the landscape itself.

You don't need to pray to God any more when there are storms in the sky, but you do have to be insured.