“Because I remember, I despair. Because I remember, I have the duty to reject despair.”

What is man? Hope turned to dust. No. What is man? Dust turned to hope.

In order to fly, you have to give up the ground you are standing on.

Just as man cannot live without dreams, he cannot live without hope. If dreams reflect the past, hope summons the future.

Whoever survives a test, whatever it may be, must tell the story. That is his duty.

The philosophers are wrong: it is not words that kill, it is silence.

There may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest.

Suffering pulls us farther away from other human beings. It builds a wall made of cries and contempt to separate us.

What hurts the victim most is not the cruelty of the oppressor, but the silence of the bystander.

Gratitude is a word that I cherish. Gratitude is what defines the happiness and humanity of the human being.

Every single human being is a unique human being. And, therefore, it’s so criminal to do something to that human being, because he or she represents humanity.

All collective judgments are wrong. Only racists make them. No human race is superior; no religious faith is inferior.

In the word question, there is a beautiful word – quest. I love that word.

Emphasis must be put on learning: there is no substitute to education. It can be briefly formulated in a few words: always, whatever you do in life, think higher and feel deeper.

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.

I write to understand as much as to be understood.

My faith is a wounded faith, but my life is not without faith. I didn’t divorce God, but I’m quarrelling and arguing and questioning, it’s a wounded faith.

Revenge is barren of itself: it is the dreadful food it feeds on; its delight is murder, and its end is despair.

Let no one despair, even though in the darkest night the last star of hope may disappear.

Punishment is not prevention. History offers cold comfort to those who think grievance and despair can be subdued by force.

Men die in despair, while spirits die in ecstasy.

Never despair, but if you do, work on in despair.

Without despair, we will share, and the joys of caring will not be erased. What has been, must never end, the joys of caring will not be replace.

I let a good many mistakes show through when fixing my sensations. It will always be the same and this is what makes me despair.

Simply by our proximity to Jesus, we can bring hope and life to people and places trapped in discouragement and despair.