It is easy to be nice, even to an enemy - from lack of character.

In the last analysis, it is our conception of death which decides our answers to all the questions that life puts to us.

The longest journey
Is the journey inwards.
Of him who has chosen his destiny,
Who has started upon his quest
For the source of his being.

A task becomes a duty from the moment you suspect it to be an essential part of that integrity which alone entitles a man to assume responsibility.

Is life so wretched? Isn't it rather your hands which are too small, your vision which is muddled? You are the one who must grow up.

It was when Lucifer first congratulated himself upon his angelic behavior that he became the tool of evil.

Isn't the fulfillment of our duty towards our neighbor an expression of deepest desire?