This book should be read as one would read the book of a dead man.

A republic may be called the climate of civilization.

Thought is the labor of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure.

The most terrible of motives and the most unanswerable of responses: Because.

A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.

It has become necessary to call the attention of European governments to a fact which is apparently so insignificant that the governments seem not to notice it. The fact is this: an entire people is being annihilated. Where? In Europe. Are there witnesses? One witness, the entire world. Do the governments see it? No.

Reality in strong doses frightens.