Maybe innocence makes its way easiest through the elemental chaos of this world.

Now I can look at you in peace; I don't eat you any more.

A belief is like a guillotine, just as heavy, just as light.

Tyranny or slavery, born of selfishness, are the two educational methods of parents; all gradations of tyranny or slavery.

Even the merest gesture is holy if it is filled with faith.

This perversion of the truth, familiar to the artist though it was, always unnerved him afresh and proved too much for him. What was a consequence of the premature ending of his fast was here presented as the cause of it! To fight against this lack of understanding, against a whole world of nonunderstanding, was impossible.

I can once more carry on a conversation with myself, and don't stare so into complete emptiness. Only in this way is there any possibility of improvement for me.