Behind all seen things lies something vaster; everything is but a path, a portal or a window opening on something other than iteself.

One day, I watched the sun setting forty-four times......You know...when one is so terribly sad, one loves sunsets.

Only the children know what they are looking for.

Once we are bound together to our brothers by a common good that is outside us, then we can breathe. Experience teaches us that love is not to gaze at one another but to gaze in the same direction. There is no comradeship except through unity on the same rope, climbing towards the same peak.

The strong are strengthened by reverses; the trouble is that the true meaning of events scores next to nothing in the match we play with men. Appearances decide our gains or losses and the points are trumpery. And a mere semblance of defeat may hopelessly checkmate us.

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

What sets men at variance is but the treachery of language, for always they desire the same things.