I decided to devote my life to telling the story because I felt that having survived I owe something to the dead. and anyone who does not remember betrays them again. – Elie Wiesel
Death is a release from the impressions of the senses, and from desires that make us their puppets, and from the vagaries of the mind, and from the hard service of the flesh. – Marcus Aurelius
If you must hate, if hatred is the leaven of your life, which alone can give flavor, then hate what should be hated: falsehood, violence, selfishness. – Ludwig Börne (1786–1837), The Eternal Jew
What makes the pain we feel from shame and jealousy so cutting is that vanity can give us no assistance in bearing them. – Francois de La Rochefoucauld