In summer, intolerable closeness; in winter, unendurable cold. All the floors were rotten. Filth on the floors an inch thick; one could slip and fall.

Nothing is more seductive for a man than his freedom of conscience, but nothing is a greater cause of suffering.

It's the great mystery of human life that old grief passes gradually into quiet tender joy.

A man who lies to himself, and believes his own lies becomes unable to recognize truth, either in himself or in anyone else, and he ends up losing respect for himself and for others. When he has no respect for anyone, he can no longer love, and, in order to divert himself, having no love in him, he yields to his impulses, indulges in the lowest forms of pleasure, and behaves in the end like an animal. And it all comes from lying - lying to others and to yourself.

The most pressing question on the problem of faith is whether a man as a civilized being can believe in the divinity of the Son of God, Jesus Christ, for therein rests the whole of our faith.

What is most vile and despicable about money is that it even confers talent. And it will do so until the end of the world.

Man is sometimes extraordinarily, passionately, in love with suffering.