Man walks the moon but his soul remains riveted to earth. Once upon a time it was the opposite.

Mankind must remember that peace is not God's gift to his creatures; peace is our gift to each other.

No one may speak for the dead, no one may interpret their mutilated dreams and visions.

Next to him lay his violin, trampled, an eerily poignant little corpse.

I'd rather speak as a student of philosophy. Philosophically it makes no sense, absolutely makes no sense. Why should people inherit evil things when their memories could contain and should invoke good things?

The sincere Christian knows that what died in Auschwitz was not the Jewish people but Christianity.

[Friedrich] Nietzsche said something marvellous, he said "Madness is not a consequence of uncertainty but of certainty", and this is fanaticism.