When the body sinks into death, the essence of man is revealed. Man is a knot, a web, a mesh into which relationships are tied. Only those relationships matter. The body is an old crock that nobody will miss. I have never known a man to think of himself when dying. Never.

Truth, for any man, is that which makes him a man.

Sometimes, there is no harm in putting off a piece of work until another day.

If you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world…if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow

Although human life is priceless, we always act as if something had an even greater price than life... but what is that something?

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

Even though human life may be the most precious thing on earth, we always behave as if there were something of higher value than human life.