Don’t you know that you are all my life to me? ...But peace I do not know, and can’t give to you. My whole being, my love...yes! I cannot think about you and about myself separately. You and I are one to me. And I do not see before us the possibility of peace either for me or for you. I see the possibility of despair, misfortune...or of happiness-what happiness!...Is it impossible?" Vronksy

Historians are like deaf people who go on answering questions that no one has asked them.

As long as there are slaughterhouses there will be battlefields. A vegetarian diet is the acid test of humanitarianism.

Conceit is incompatible with understanding.

Men are so accustomed to maintaining external order by violence that they cannot conceive of life being possible without violence.

The true office of any faith is to give life a meaning which death cannot destroy.

Either you are so underdeveloped that you can't see all that you can do, or you won't sacrifice your ease, your vanity, or whatever it is, to do it.