All were happy - plants, birds, insects and children. But grown-up people - adult men and women - never left off cheating and tormenting themselves and one another. It was not this spring morning which they considered sacred and important, not the beauty of God's world, given to all creatures to enjoy - a beauty which inclines the heart to peace, to harmony and to love.

War is so unjust and ugly that all who wage it must try to stifle the voice of conscience within themselves.

Rest, nature, books, music...such is my idea of happiness.

One can no more approach people without love than one can approach bees without care. Such is the quality of bees.

The meaning of life consists in the love and service of God.

the same question arose in every soul: "For what, for whom, must I kill and be killed?"... p982

A good player who loses at chess is genuinely convinced hat he has lost because of a mistake, and he looks for this mistake in the beginning of his game, but forgets that there were also mistakes at ever step in the course of the game, that none of his moves was perfect. The mistake he pays attention to is conspicuous only because his opponent took advantage of it.