If a mother was Sacrifice personified, then a daughter was Guilt, with no possibility of redress. - Milan Kundera

And Jakub realized that this child had done no harm, that he was not guilty of anything, and yet had been born with bad eyes and would have them forever. And he reflected further that what he had held against others was something given, something they came into the world with and carried with them like a heavy wire fence. He reflected that he had no privileged right to high-mindedness and that the highest degree of high-mindedness is to love people even though they are murderers.

Without realizing it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times of great distress.

بار هرچه سنگین‌تر باشد، زندگی ما به زمین نزدیک‌تر، واقعی‌تر و حقیقی‌تر است.