One of the privileges of the great is to witness catastrophes from a terrace.
During war we imprison the rights of man.
Destiny is simply the relentless logic of each day we live.
A man has only one way of being immortal on earth: he has to forget he is a mortal.
There is an invisible garment woven around us from our earliest years; it is made of the way we eat, the way we walk, the way we greet people.
In times of death and famine, reason is on the side of the priests-who have their own kind of logic which cries for miracles and, on occasion, invents them.