Two armies that fight each other is like one large army that commits suicide.

People are machines of forgetfulness

Let everything be remade on simple lines. There is only one people, there is only one people!

I see too deep and too much.

There is no hell, no inferno except the frenzy of living.

I believe, in spite of all, in truth's victory. I believe in the momentous value, hereafter inviolable, of those few truly fraternal men in all the countries of the world, who, in the oscillation of national egoisms let loose, stand up and stand out, steadfast as the glorious statues of Right and Duty.

I am more sensitive than other people. Things that other people would not notice awaken a distinct echo in me, and in such moments of lucidity, when I look at myself, I see that I am alone, all alone, all alone.