In every life there is one particular event that is decisive for the entire person-for his fate, his convictions, his passions.

But nothing is all black in nature.

Sometimes I feel quite distinctly that what is inside me is not all of me. There is something else, sublime, quite indestructible, some tiny fragment of the Universal spirit.Don't you feel that?

And the over-all fact that you are a frail vessel full of errors.

A state of war only serves as an excuse for domestic tyranny.

He who knows how to be content will be content with little.

Submissiveness to fate, the total abdication of your own will in the shaping of your life, the recognition that it was impossible to guess the best and the worst ahead of time but that it was easy to take a step you would reproach yourself for-all this freed the prisoner from any bondage, made him calmer, and even ennobled him.