In short, I am doing what I can, I suffer with the same universal suffering, and I try to assuage it, I possess only the puny forces of a man, and I cry to all: “Help me!

Men become accustomed to poison by degrees.

One can resist the invasion of an army but one cannot resist the invasion of ideas.

A shadow is hard to seize by the throat and dash to the ground.

Are you afraid of the good you might do?

A man is not idle because he is absorbed in thought. There is a visible labor and there is an invisible labor.

Thus, during those nineteen years of torture and slavery, did this soul rise and fall at the same time. Light entered on the one side, and darkness on the other.