How desperately difficult it is to be honest with oneself. It is much easier to be honest with other people.What is true is invisible to the eye. It is only with the heart that one can see clearly.

It is the savor of bread broken with comrades that makes us accept the values of war.

And that heart which was a wild garden was given to him who only loved trim lawns. And the imbecile carried the princess into slavery.

A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.

The machine does not isolate man from the great problems of nature but plunges him more deeply into them.

In every crowd are certain persons who seem just like the rest, yet they bear amazing messages.

The meaning of things lies not in the things themselves, but in our attitude towards them.