I don’t know whether this world has a meaning that transcends it. But I know that I cannot know that meaning and that it is impossible for me just now to know it.

At a certain level of suffering or injustice no one can do anything for anyone. Pain is solitary.

Nothing is given to mankind and what little men can conquer must be paid for with unjust death. But man's grandeur lies elsewhere, in his decision to rise above his condition.

These are facts the heart can feel; yet they call for careful study before they become clear to the intellect.

It is easier to kill what we do not know.

The temptation shared by all forms of intelligence: cynicism.

It should be pointed out for our own guidance in the West that the continual signing of manifestoes and protests is one of the surest ways of undermining the efficacy and dignity of the intellectual. There exists a permanent blackmail that we all know and that we must have the often solitary courage to resist.