This accidental meeting of possibilities calls itself I. I ask: what am I doing here? And, at once, this I becomes unreal.

The only kind of dignity which is genuine is that which is not diminished by the indifference of others.

In a dream I walked with God through the deep places of creation; past walls that receded and gates that opened through hall after hall of silence, darkness and refreshment--the dwelling place of souls acquainted with light and warmth--until, around me, was an infinity into which we all flowed together and lived anew, like the rings made by raindrops falling upon wide expanses of calm dark waters.

To reach perfection, we must all pass, one by one, through the death of self-effacement.

Only one feat is possible: not to have run away.

Destiny is something not be to desired and not to be avoided. A mystery not contrary to reason, for it implies that the world, and the course of human history, have meaning.

Friendship needs no words - it is solitude delivered from the anguish of loneliness.