Each of us must turn inward and destroy in himself all that he thinks he ought to destroy in others.

A large group of us were crowded into the Gestapo hall, and at that moment the circumstances of all our lives were the same. All of us occupied the same space, the men behind the desk no less than those about to be questioned. What distinguished each of us was only our inner attitude.

I do believe it is possible to create, even without ever writing a word or painting a picture, by simply molding one’s inner life. And that too is a deed.

I'm afraid I did not pray hard enough last night.

Everything is chance, or nothing is chance. If I believed the first, I would be unable to live on, but I am not yet fully convinced of the second.

That fear of missing out on things makes you miss out on everything.

Never give up, never escape, take everything in, and perhaps suffer, that's not too awful either, but never, never give up.