This is the moment when something once more begins visibly to happen, something truly new and unique…something truly historical, in the sense that history again demands to be heard.

Hope is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out.

Even a purely moral act that has no hope of any immediate and visible political effect can gradually and indirectly, over time, gain in political significance.

The point I am trying to make is that words are a mysterious, ambiguous, ambivalent, and perfidious phenomenon. They can be rays of light in a realm of darkness. . . . They can equally...

The worst thing is that we live in a contaminated moral environment. We feel morally ill because we became used to saying something different from what we thought. Concepts such as love, friendship, compassion, humility...

True enough, the country is calm. Calm as a morgue or a grave, would you not say?

Hope is not a feeling of certainty that everything ends well. Hope is just a feeling that life and work have a meaning.