This world could not exist if it were not so simple. The ground has been tilled a thousand years, yet its powers remain ever the same; a little rain, a little sun, and each spring it grows green again.
Man's restlessness makes him strive.
Writing history is a method of getting rid of the past.
A world without love would be no world.
After fifteen minutes nobody looks at a rainbow.
Truth is a torch but a tremendous one. That is why we hurry past it, shielding our eyes, indeed, in fear of getting burned.