So the more things remain the same, the more they change after all.

It seemed clear that wars were not made by generations and their special stupidities, but that wars were made instead by something ignorant in the human heart

Everyone has a moment in history which belongs particularly to him.

So the more things remained the same, the more they changed after all. Nothing endures. Not love, not a tree, not even a death by violence.

But something held me back. Perhaps I was stopped by that level of feeling, deeper than thought, which contains the truth.

Everyone has a moment in history which belongs particularly to him. It is the moment when his emotions achieve their most powerful sway over him, and afterward when you say to this person "the world today" or "life" or "reality" he will assume that you mean this moment, even if it is fifty years past. The world, through his unleashed emotions, imprinted itself upon him, and he carries the stamp of that passing moment forever.

Always say some prayers at night because it might turn out that there is a God.