“Hell is a hell of a lie! God is not a torturer!”

If a man has a weak arm, give him a heavy hammer to exceed himself!

Don’t forget that birds with broken wings walking on the ground were once flying high up in the sky.

All the uglinesses of the world can best be forgotten in the beauty of nature!

Even if it is made up of gold, the sailing boat can go nowhere without the humble wind!

All the beautiful corners of the world are the greatest mind and body healers!

If we lose all our sweet memories, it means we are dead even if we are alive!

Every single moment, an ignorant discovers an idea that has been known for centuries!

When the life is wavy, keep your mind smooth!

Just like the submarines, deep men are also unaffected by the storms!

Candle needs darkness to show his talents. Good shines only beside the bad; it will disappear when the bad disappears. Where there is no darkness, candle is forgotten.

A little happy house is the strongest castle in this whole universe!

Repeat the truth so that the dull can grasp it! Repeat the truth with the speed of a woodpecker’s beak making holes in tree trunks!

If you open your eyes very wide and look around you carefully, you will always see a lighthouse which will lead you to the right path! Just watch around you carefully!

All men leave the harbour of youth, but only few reach the very far island of wisdom!

Priest is a fisherman and Holy Book is a fishook. We either refuse to be a fish or we burn in the frying pan of irrationality!

Intellectual is a parrot; wise man is a crow. One is repetitive; other is creative!

It is by muteness that a dog becomes for one so utterly beyond value; with him one is at peace, where words play no torturing tricks.

Once you have lived with another, it is a great torture to have to live alone.

The people who kill and torture and tell lies in the name of their sacred causes, these are never the publicans and the sinners. No, they’re the virtuous, respectable men, who have the finest feelings, the best brains, the noblest ideals.

And even a liar can be scared into telling the truth, same as honest man can be tortured into telling a lie.

Humans, the only self-regarding animals, blessed or cursed with this torturing higher faculty, have always wanted to know why.

Put me into a crusader’s armor, a cardinal’s vestments. Let me feel the pygmy’s heartbeat, the queen’s breast, the torturer’s pleasure, the Nile’s taste, or the nomad’s thirst.

Brave men do not gather by thousands to torture and murder a single individual, so gagged and bound he cannot make even feeble resistance or defense.

It is true, as Sartre once wrote, referring to French Army atrocities in Algeria, that the real tragedy in our time is that any of us can be, interchangeably, victim or torturer.