She discovered with great delight that one does not love one's children just because they are one's children but because of the friendship formed while raising them.

When one reaches absolute power, one loses total contact with reality.

There's no greater misfortune than dying alone.

And nevertheless, when they watched him leave the house, this man they themselves had urged to conquer the world, then they were the ones left with the terror that he would never return. That was their life. Love, if it existed, was something separate: another life.

Each man is master of his own death, and all that we can do when the time comes is to help him die without fear of pain.

One can be in love with several people at the same time, feel the sorrow with each, and not betray any of them.

I have learned that a man has the right and obligation to look down at another man, only when that man needs help to get up from the ground.