No One Who Lives In The Sunlight

We Must Stitch Up What Has Been Torn Apart, Render Justice Imaginable In The World Which Is So Obviously Unjust, Make Happiness Meaningful For Nations Poisoned By The Misery Of This Century. Naturally, It Is A Superhuman Task. But Tasks Are Called Superhuman When Men Take A Long Time To Complete Them, That Is All.

Freedom Is Nothing But A Chance To Be Better.

The Principles Which Men Give To Themselves End By Overwhelming Their Noblest Intentions.

He Who Despairs Of The Human Condition Is A Coward, But He Who Has Hope For It Is A Fool.

I Was Tormented By My Desire For A Woman ... I Thought So Much About A Woman, About Women, About All The Ones I Had Known, About All The Circumstances In Which I Had Enjoyed Them, That My Cell Would Be Filled With Their Faces And Crowded With My Desires.