I know that when the world surrenders, pallid, to repose, the murmur of a tranquil stream through the deep silence flows.
Our wine is bitter, but it is our wine.
Fortunately, there is a sane equilibrium in the character of nations, as there is in that of men.
He who does not see things in their depth should not call himself a radical.
In a time of crisis, the peoples of the world must rush to get to know each other.
Mountains culminate in peaks, and nations in men.