So much torture, bloodshed, deceit. You cannot make your young people practice torture twenty-four hours a day and not expect to pay a price for it.

One cannot become a saint when one works sixteen hours a day.

There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.

So this is hell. I'd never have believed it. You remember all we were told about the torture-chambers, the fire and brimstone, the "burning marl." Old wives' tales! There's no need for red-hot pokers. Hell is—other people!

When rich people fight wars with one another, poor people are the ones to die.

Hell is—other people!