Unfortunately the innocent are always involved in any conflict. Always, everywhere, there is some voice crying from a tower.

They haven't left us much to believe, have they? — even disbelief. I can't believe in anything bigger than a home, or anything vaguer than a human being.

Sooner or later... one has to take sides. If one is to remain human.

Point me out the happy man and I will point you out either egotism, selfishness, evil - or else an absolute ignorance.

Despair is the price one pays for setting oneself an impossible aim. It is, one is told, the unforgivable sin, but it is a sin the corrupt or evil man never practices. He always has hope. He never reaches the freezing-point of knowing absolute failure. Only the man of goodwill carries always in his heart this capacity for damnation.

Ordinary life goes on--that has saved many a man's reason.

I had committed myself: without love I'd have to go through the gestures of love.