Everything one records contains a grain of hope, no matter how deeply it may come from despair.

Understanding, as we understand it, is misunderstanding.

Every decision is liberating, even if it leads to disaster. Otherwise, why do so many people walk upright and with open eyes into their misfortune?

Most religions do not make men better, only warier.

A child. . . opens and closes like a blossom.

The planet's survival has become so uncertain that any effort, any thought that presupposes an assured future amounts to a mad gamble.

I would like to become tolerant without overlooking anything, persecute no one even when all people persecute me; become better without noticing it; become sadder, but enjoy living; become more serene, be happy in others; belong to no one, grow in everyone; love the best, comfort the worst; not even hate myself anymore.