When the soul suffers too much, it develops a taste for misfortune…
They hurt each other without wanting to, just because each represented to the others the cruel and demanding necessity of their lives.
There is a terrible emptiness in me, an indifference that hurts…
There are people who vindicate the world, who help others live just by their presence.
Men like us are good and proud and strong… if we had a faith, a God, nothing could undermine us. But we had nothing, we had to learn everything, and living for honor alone has its weaknesses…
And for all his life it would be kindness and love that made him cry, never pain or persecution, which on the contrary only reinforced his spirit and his resolution.