The peculiarity of sunrise is to make us laugh at all our terrors of the night, and our laugh is always proportioned to the fear we have had.

A bird sings, a child prattles, but it is the same hymn; hymn indistinct, inarticulate, but full of profound meaning.

His whole life was now summed up in two words: absolute uncertainty within an impenetrable fog.

The author creates a book and the people accept or not accept it. The creator of a book is an author and the creator of it`s fate are people.

No army can withstand the strength of an idea whose time has come.

Well, for us, in history where goodness is a rare pearl, he who was good almost takes precedence over he who was great.

That is the explanation of war, an outrage by humanity upon humanity in despite of humanity.