In the depth of winter, I learned that within me lay an invincible summer.
What the world requires of the Christians is that they should continue to be Christians.
And despite the clamors and the violence, we tried to preserve in our hearts the memory of a happy sea, of a remembered hill, the smile of a beloved face.
The day when I am no more than a writer I shall cease to be a writer.
How many crimes are committed simply because their authors could not endure being wrong.
We are created to live side by side. However, we only die for ourselves.