Chopped down the tree of peace, but it will grow again.

Peace in the head, peace in the stomach.

When you care about human beings, you do your best to not repress and to not let people to repress and to not arm people to repress.

Love is the air that I breathe, like oxygen. When I lack it, I feel atrophied, asphyxiated. When I have it, I feel I am growing. And so this growth is linked to others, or to a collective other. If I realize that I do not love you, my faith diminishes, and I breathe less and less of the oxygen of life. When I feel linked to you, in communion with you, there is a current of love that passes between us, and the intensity can multiply. And the more this love grows, the more the faith becomes luminous, the more I feel linked to the collective other. I am speaking of God.

When we say democracy we have to mean what we say.

Of course, learning is strengthened and solidified when it occurs in a safe, secure and normal environment.

Chopped down the tree of peace, but it will grow again.