The real damage is done by those millions who want to “survive”. Those honest men who just want to be left in peace; who don’t want their little lives disturbed by anything bigger than themselves. Those with no side and no causes. Those who won’t take the measure of their own strength for fear of antagonizing their own shadows. Those who don’t like to make waves or enemies. Those for whom passion, truth, freedom, honor, principles are only literature. Those for whom everything is “relative”, the excuse of the man with no values. Those who have no absolutes because their souls can’t encompass them. Those who live small, mate small, and die small. The reductionist approach to life. If you keep it small, you’ll keep it under control. If you don’t make any noise, the bogeyman won’t find you. And it’s an illusion, because they die too, those people who rolled up their spirits into tiny little balls to hide under their puny lives to be safe. Safe?! From what? Life is always on the edge of death. Narrow streets lead to the same place as the big, wide avenues, and the little candles burn themselves out just the same as the flaming torch. I choose my own way to burn. I don’t want to survive, I want to live.
[Sophie Scholl, The White Rose]