To dispose a soul to action we must upset its equilibrium.
Compassion is the antitoxin of the soul.
We have to adjust ourselves, and every radical adjustment is a crisis in self-esteem: we undergo a test, we have to prove ourselves.
There would be no society if living together depended upon understanding each other.
A soul that is reluctant to share does not as a rule have much of its own. Miserliness is here a symptom of meagerness.
The unpredictability inherent in human affairs is due largely to the fact that the by-products of a human process are more fateful than the product.