Profound love demands a deep conception and out of this develops reverence for the mystery of life. It brings us close to all beings, to the poorest and smallest as well as all others.

Thinking about death... produces love for life. When we are familiar with death, we accept each week, each day, as a gift. Only if we are able thus to accept life bit by bit does it become precious.

When people have light in themselves, it will shine out from them. Then we get to know each other as we walk together in the darkness, without needing to pass our hands over each other's faces, or to intrude into each other's hearts.

A man is ethical only when life, as such, is sacred to him.

I must forgive without noise or fuss.

Our age is bent on trying to make the barren tree of skepticism fruitful by tying the fruits of truth on its branches.

The tragedy of life is what dies inside a man while he lives.