The man who cannot live with charity, sharing other men's pain, is punished by feeling his own with intolerable anguish.

There is only one pleasure-that of being alive. All the rest is misery.

If you wish to travel far and fast, travel light. Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness and fears.

Every luxury must be paid for, and everything is a luxury, starting with being in this world.

The slowness of time, for a man who knows nothing will happen, is brutal.

If it were possible to have a life absolutely free from every feeling of sin, what a terrifying vacuum it would be.

Verrà la morte e avrà i tuoi occhi. (Death will come and it will have your eyes.)