I think if you ask what people really mean by happiness today, it is the experience of unlimited consumption - the kind of thing Mr. Huxley described in "Brave New World."

It seems that great minds a hundred years ago saw what would happen today or tomorrow, while we to whom it is happening blind ourselves in order not to be disturbed in our daily routine.

To be loved because of one's merit, because one deserves it, always leaves doubt; maybe I did not please the person whom I want to love me, maybe this, or that - there is always a fear that love could disappear.

We are all equal in the sense that no man must mean - must be - the means for the purposes of another man; but each individual is an end in itself.

I have learnt to appreciate the clarity of English language.

The duty to be alive is the same as the duty to become oneself, to develop into the individual one potentially is.

Mother's love always peace as it not to be acquired nor deserved.