The field of consciousness is tiny. It accepts only one problem at a time.

The important thing is to strive toward a goal which is not immediately visible. That goal is not the concern of the mind, but of the spirit.

We live not by things, but by the meaning of things. It is needful to transmit the passwords from generation to generation.

Demagoguery enters at the moment when, for want of a common denominator, the principle of equality degenerates into the principle of identity.

Perfection is attained, not when no more can be added, but when no more can be removed.

What was my body to me? A kind of flunkey in my service. Let but my anger wax hot, my love grow exalted, my hatred collect in me, and that boasted solidarity between me and my body was gone.

Even our misfortunes are a part of our belongings.