I have too much respect for the idea of God to make it responsible for such an absurd world.

Do not trust your memory; it is a net full of holes; the most beautiful prizes slip through it.

Suffering has roused them from the sleep of gentle life, and every day fills them with a terrible intoxication. They are now something more than themselves; those we loved were merely happy shadows.

We do not know the true value of our moments until they have undergone the test of memory.

Let us lose none of their humble words, let us note their slightest gestures, and tell me, tell me that we will think of them together, now and later, when we realise the misery of the times and the magnitude of their sacrifice.

The swimmer adrift on the open seas measures his strength, and strives with all his muscles to keep himself afloat. But what is he to do when there is no land on the horizon, and none beyond it?

You conquered the landscape with the soles of shoes, not the tires.