There is no point asserting and reasserting what the heart cannot believe.

It's not the sea that drowns you-it's the puddle.

The line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being. And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart?

Who has the skill to make a narrow, obstinate human being aware of others' far-off grief and joy, to make him understand dimensions and delusions he himself has never lived through? Propaganda, coercion, and scientific proofs are powerless. But happily, in our world there is a way. It is art, and it is literature.

Education doesn't make you smarter.

The foundation stones of a great building are destined to groan and be pressed upon; it is not for them to crown the edifice.

To preserve his life, should a man pay everything that gives it color, scent and excitement?