A single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us.

Life has meaning only if one barters it day by day for something other than itself.

When the body sinks into death, the essence of man is revealed. Man is a knot, a web, a mesh into which relationships are tied. Only those relationships matter. The body is an old crock that nobody will miss. I have never known a man to think of himself when dying. Never.

Even though human life may be the most precious thing on earth, we always behave as if there were something of higher value than human life.

I am a fox", the fox said.

The notion of looking on at life has always been hateful to me. What am I if I am not a participant? In order to be, I must participate.

To live is to be slowly born.