There is no love of life without despair of life.
There is the good and the bad, the great and the low, the just and the unjust. I swear to you that all that will never change.
What is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying.
The need to be right is the sign of a vulgar mind.
We used to wonder where war lived, what it was that made it so vile. And now we realize that we know where it lives... inside ourselves.
I know of only one duty, and that is to love.