--you wouldn't have hurt me like this for nothing. So what have I done? How have I wronged you? Tell me.

You’re a gentleman,” they used to say to him. “You shouldn’t have gone murdering people with a hatchet; that’s no occupation for a gentleman.

I punish myself for my whole life, my whole life I punish.

Lamentations comfort only by lacerating the heart still more. Such grief does not desire consolation. It feeds on the sense of its hopelessness. Lamentations spring only from the constant craving to re-open the wound.

In the realist, faith is not born from miracles, but miracles from faith.

The greatest happiness is to know the source of unhappiness.

It's not miracles that generate faith, but faith that generates miracles.