Cries of despair, misery, sobbing grief are a kind of wealth.

Perfection is finally attained not when there is no longer anything to add, but when there is no longer anything to take away, when a body has been stripped down to its nakedness.

The essential things in life are seen, not with the eyes but with the heart.

Of what worth are convictions that bring not suffering?

It's all a great mystery...Look up at the sky and you'll see how everything changes

I remembered the fox. One runs the risk of crying a bit if one allows oneself to be tamed.

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