In the world today, only a philosophy of eternity could justify non-violence.
Still, obviously, one can't be sensible all the time.
Poverty, first of all was never a misfortune for me; it was radiant with sunlight.. I owe it to my family, first of all, who lacked everything and who envied practically nothing.
Why must one love rarely to love well?
Suffering gives us no special rights.
In that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself--like a brother, really--I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again.