“Clawing its way towards us, the ugliness of the world tore away our hiding-place.”

“We are not just visitors on this planet, it belongs to us just as we belong to her, its past is ours, so is its future.”

“Our ancestors are our children; we peer through a hole in the wall and watch them play in their rooms, and they can't see us.”

“Let your tears roll tonight, but tomorrow you will start the battle again. What defeats us, always, is just our own sorrow. ”

“Our ancestors derived less from life than we do, but they also expected much less and were less intent on controlling the future. We are of the arrogant generations who believe a lasting happiness was promised to us at birth. Promised? By whom?”

“let us thank God for having made us this gift of death, so that life is to have meaning; of night, that day is to have meaning; silence, that speech is to have meaning; illness, that health is to have meaning; war, that peace is to have meaning. Let us give thanks to Him for having given us weariness and pain, so that rest and joy are to have meaning. Let us give thanks to him, whose wisdom is infinite.”

“The past is bound to be fragmentary, bound to be reconstructed, bound to be reinvented. It serves only to collect the truths of today. If our present is the child of the past, our past is the child of the present. And the future will be the harvester of our bastard offspring.”