Human memory is a marvelous but fallacious instrument. The memories which lie within us are not carved in stone; not only do they tend to become erased as the years go by, but often they change, or even increase by incorporating extraneous features.

An enemy who sees the error of his ways ceases to be an enemy.

Our ignorance allowed us to live, as you are in the mountains, and your rope is frayed and about to break, but you don't know it and feel safe.

They sensed that what had happened around them and in their presence, and in them, was irrevocable. Never again could it be cleansed; it would prove that man, the human species - we, in short - had the potential to construct an enormity of pain, and that pain is the only force created from nothing, without cost and without effort. It is enough not to see, not to listen, not to act.

If you and your child were going to be killed tomorrow, would you not give him to eat today?

Perfection belongs to narrated events, not to those we live.

It is the duty of righteous men to make war on all undeserved privilege, but one must not forget that this is a war without end.