To know oneself, one should assert oneself.

We spend our days in deliberating, and we end them without coming to any resolve.

I've never really had much of an imagination. But still I would try to picture the exact moment when the beating of my heart would no longer be going on inside my head.

This is the century of fear.

Can one be a saint if God does not exist? That is the only concrete problem I know of today.

In order to exist just once in the world, it is necessary never again to exist.

We must stitch up what has been torn apart, render justice imaginable in the world which is so obviously unjust, make happiness meaningful for nations poisoned by the misery of this century. Naturally, it is a superhuman task. But tasks are called superhuman when men take a long time to complete them, that is all.