Why is it that my heart is so touched whenever I meet a dog lost in our noisy streets? Why do I feel such anguished pity when I see one of these creatures coming and going, sniffing everyone, frightened, despairing of even finding its master?
The vague torment of ... ambition.
The thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.
If you shut up truth, and bury it underground, it will but grow.
Through the centuries, the history of peoples is but a lesson in mutual tolerance.
When sometimes, behind his back, they called him a tyrant, he merely smiled and uttered this profound observation: If some day I turn liberal, they will say I have let them down.