The assault of our enemies is not part of our life; it is only part of our experience; we throw it off and guard ourselves against it as against frost, storm, rain, hail, or any other of the external evils which may be expected to happen.

We must always change, renew, rejuvenate ourselves; otherwise, we harden.

Truth is a torch, but a huge one, and so it is only with blinking eyes what we all of us try to get past it, in actual terror of being burnt.

All of us, just because we are able to talk, also believe we are able to talk about language.

Hatred is partial, but love is still more so.

You will find the most pronounced hatred of other nations on the lowest cultural levels. There is, though, a level where the hatred disappears completely and where one so to speak stands above the nations and where one experiences fortune or misfortune of a neighboring country as if they had happened to one's own.

Don't give us your doubts, gives us your certainties, for we have doubts enough of our own.