I could write a treatise on the sudden transformation of life into archaeology

The dead have need of fairy tales too.

I turn to history not for lessons but to confront my experience with the experience of others and to win for myself a sense of responsibility for the state of the human conscience.

forgive me also that I didn't fight like Lord Byron for the happiness of captive peoples that I watched only risings of the moon and museums

Study the world's skin before you set out to look for its heart.

Be courageous when the mind deceives you Be courageous In the final account only this is important

No time to grieve for roses when the forests are burning.