Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth.

Human material seems to have one major defect: it does not like to be considered merely as human material. It finds it hard to endure the feeling that it must resign itself to passive acceptance of changes introduced from above.

Human reason is beautiful and invincible. No bars, no barbed wire, no pulping of books, No sentence of banishment can prevail against it. It puts what should be above things as they are. It does not know Jew from Greek nor slave from master.

They used to pour millet on graves or poppy seeds To feed the dead who would come disguised as birds. I put this book here for you, who once lived So that you should visit us no more.

The living owe it to those who no longer can speak to tell their story for them.

Yet falling in love is not the same as being able to love.

In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.