Happiness too is inevitable.

We are not certain, we are never certain. If we were we could reach some conclusions, and we could, at last, make others take us seriously.

To begin with, poor people´s memory is less nourished than that of a rich; it has fewer landmarks in space because they seldom leave the place where they live, and fewer reference points in time throughtout lives that are grey and featureless.

Proof is never definitive, after all; one has to begin again with each new person.

I have no idea what's awaiting me, or what will happen when this all ends. For the moment I know this: there are sick people and they need curing.

In the world today, only a philosophy of eternity could justify non-violence.

In this vast country that he had so loved, he was alone.