Children are the keys of paradise.

The burning conviction that we have a holy duty toward others is often a way of attaching our drowning selves to a passing raft.

Language was invented to ask questions.

The difficult and risky task of meeting and mastering the new . . . is not undertaken by the vanguard of society but by its rear. It is the misfits, failures, fugitives, outcasts and their like who are among the first to grapple with the new.

To dispose a soul to action we must upset its equilibrium.

It is loneliness that makes the loudest noise. This is true of men as of dogs.

How much easier is self-sacrifice than self-realization!