Though science has given us many marvels, it has also spoiled many of our pleasant dreams.

Where are now the warriors of the world of the spirit? Where are those who raise their voices for truth, who lead us to goodness, beauty, strength and health? Where are those who utter heartwarming words, who will lead us out of the wilderness? Our homes are gone and the nation is destroyed, yet we have no Jeremiah crying out his last sad song to the world and to posterity.

But anyone who thinks themselves genuinely unbiased is bound to be taken in.

If men refuse to be kindled, sparks can only burn themselves out, just as paper images and carriages burn out on the street during funerals.

The most horrible thing is not a government that stages public executions, but a government that secretly disposes of its victims.

If there are still men who really want to live in this world, they should first dare to speak out, to laugh, to cry, to be angry, to accuse, to fight-that they may at least cleanse this accursed place of its accursed atmosphere!

Hope is a path on the mountainside. At first there is no path. But then there are people passing that way. And there is a path.