Maxioms by Vaclav Havel
True enough, the country is calm. Calm as a morgue or a grave, would you not say?
True enough, the country is calm. Calm as a morgue or a grave, would you not say?
Hope is not the conviction that something will turn out well but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of read more
Hope is not the conviction that something will turn out well but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out
Anyone who takes himself too seriously always runs the risk of looking ridiculous; anyone who can consistently laugh at himself read more
Anyone who takes himself too seriously always runs the risk of looking ridiculous; anyone who can consistently laugh at himself does not.
Isn't it the moment of most profound doubt that gives birth to new certainties? Perhaps hopelessness is the very soil read more
Isn't it the moment of most profound doubt that gives birth to new certainties? Perhaps hopelessness is the very soil that nourishes human hope; perhaps one could never find sense in life without first experiencing its absurdity...
The salvation of this human world lies nowhere else than in the human heart, in the human power to reflect, read more
The salvation of this human world lies nowhere else than in the human heart, in the human power to reflect, in human meekness and human responsibility.