It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness.
Faith is the sense of life, that sense by virtue of which man does not destroy himself, but continues to live on. It is the force whereby we live.
Even in the valley of the shadow of death, two and two do not make six.
War is so unjust and ugly that all who wage it must try to stifle the voice of conscience within themselves.
There is no greatness where there is no simplicity, goodness and truth.
All happy families resemble one another, each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.