Discontent is the wheel that moves people forward.
Hope is like a path in the countryside.
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.
As long as there shall be stones, the seeds of fire will not die.
Despair is as hollow and deceptive as hope!
I thought: hope cannot be said to exist, nor can it be said not to exist. It is just like roads across the earth. For actually the earth had no roads to begin with, but when many men pass one way, a road is made.