• All disasters stem from us. Why is there a war? Perhaps because now and then I might be inclined to snap at my neighbour. Because I and my neighbour and everyone else do not have enough love. Yet we could fight war and all its excrescences by releasing each day, the love which is shackled inside us, and giving it a chance to live.

    Etty Hillesum (1985). “An Interrupted Life: The Diaries of Etty Hillesum, 1941-1943”