And there is not anything in the world stronger than tenderness.

With some people there is such a thing as the habit of betrayal.

Many events seem to happen twice to me; even trifles, unimportant-seeming, recur, as if I were destined to live them again, time reconquered, but with added knowledge and a different outcome.

It is the illusion of all lovers to think themselves unique and their words immortal.

No single crisis shapes a generation; but a succession of events, each one bringing its shaping blows to bear.

Sadness is so ungrateful.

I had to learn that there is more to the human being than material comfort, more than success, more even than national spirit or patriotism. That in any being worthy of being human there is also a demand for justice, for liberty, and that justice needs the evidence of all our lives, liberty is one and indivisible and collective, and no one can talk of justice solely for expediency's sake, nor of liberty while human beings, anywhere else on earth, are still in bondage.