But my deepest and most secret love belongs to the fair-haired and the blue-eyed, the bright children of life, the happy, the charming and the ordinary.

A man’s dying is more the survivors’ affair than his own.

Technology and comfort - having those, people speak of culture, but do not have it.

For to be poised against fatality, to meet adverse conditions gracefully, is more than simple endurance; it is an act of aggression, a positive triumph.

Tolerance becomes a crime when applied to evil.

War is only a cowardly escape from the problems of peace.

Only love, and not reason, yields kind thoughts.