Are wars... anything but the means whereby a nation's problems are set, where creation is stimulated - there you have adventure. But there is no adventure in heads-or-tails, in betting that the toss will come out of life or death. War is not an adventure. It is a disease. It is like typhus.

Love does not cause suffering: what causes it is the sense of ownership, which is love's opposite.

We are forever responsible for that which we have tamed.

When someone blushes, doesn't that mean 'yes'?

Prison is not a mere physical horror. It is using a pickaxe to no purpose that makes a prison.

The seed haunted by the sun never fails to find its way between the stones in the ground. And the pure logician, if no sun draws him forth, remains entangled in his logic.

One's suffering disappears when one lets oneself go, when one yields - even to sadness.