The almighty gods ought to have taken the trouble to create a fourth, a decent man. I would gladly have gone along with him.

One of the three will want me anyway. And my conscience is quiet about my not caring which one I choose: the three of them are equally bad for Syria.

He has the strength (and of course the limitations) of the recluse, who, though not afraid of the world, always stands at a slight angle to it.

Whatever job they give me, I'll try to be useful to the country. That's what I intend.

In everyone's life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for …

Non Agli sed Angeli

I had fun, but I didn't really have anyone i particularly loved except for loving friends. But I have a certain amount of faith that it will come.