Too much art was no art at all. Like candy instead of bread!

When we feel that we are not sufficiently respected, we should ask ourselves whether we are living as we should.

The line separating good and evil passes not through states, nor between classes, nor between political parties either - but right through every human heart - and through all human hearts. This line shifts. Inside us, it oscillates with the years. And even within hearts overwhelmed by evil, one small bridgehead of good is retained.

The Universe has as many different centers as there are living beings in it.

The intellectual is not defined by professional group and type of occupation. Nor are good upbringing and a good family enough in themselves to produce an intellectual. An intellectual is a person whose interest in and preoccupation with the spiritual side of life are insistent and constant and not forced by external circumstances, even flying in the face of them. An intellectual is a person whose thought is nonimitative.

If we live in a state of constant fear, can we remain human?

Any fool can bomb a train, but just try sorting out the mess.