Great ideas, it has been said, come into the world as gently as doves. Perhaps then, if we listen attentively, we shall hear amid the uproar of empires and nations, a faint flutter of wings, the gentle stirring of life and hope. Some will say that this hope lies in a nation; others in a man. I believe rather that it is awakened, revived, nourished, by millions of solitary individuals whose and works every day negate frontiers and the crudest implications of history.

The innocent is the person who explains nothing

Who taught you all this, doctor?" The reply came promptly: "Suffering.

Some people talk in their sleep. Lecturers talk while other people sleep.

Existence is illusory and it is eternal.

A loveless world is a dead world.

An intense feeling carries with it its own universe, magnificent or wretched as the case may be.