To this day I do not know whether the power which has inspired my works is something related to religion, or is indeed religion itself.

Pacifism simply is not a matter of calm looking on; it is work, hard work.

There are moments on most days when I feel a deep and sincere gratitude, when I sit at the open window, and there is a blue sky or moving clouds.

Men without joy seem like corpses.

Where do all the women who have watched so carefully over the lives of their beloved ones get the heroism to send them to face the cannon?

To this day I do not know whether the power which has inspired my works is something related to religion, or is indeed religion itself.

Recently I began reading my old diaries. Back to before the war. Gradually I became very depressed. The reason for that is probably that I wrote only when there were obstacles and halts to the flow of life, seldom when everything was smooth and even. ... As I read I distinctly felt what a half-truth a diary presents.