I tell you, the old-fashioned doctor who treated all diseases has completely disappeared, now there are only specialists, and they advertise all the time in the newspapers. If your nose hurts, they send you to Paris: there's a European specialist there, he treats noses. You go to Paris, he examines your nose: I can treat only your right nostril, he says, I don't treat left nostrils, it's not my specialty, but after me, go to Vienna, there's a separate specialist there who will finish treating your left nostril.

Human laziness makes people pigeonhole one another at first site so that they find nothing in common with one another.

He seemed, indeed, to accept everything without the least condemnation though often grieving bitterly.

Nature doesn't ask your permission; it doesn't care about your wishes, or whether you like its laws or not. You're obliged to accept it as it is, and consequently all its results as well.

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

I feel pity for him, and that is a poor sign of love.

Man has it all in his hands, and it all slips through his fingers from sheer cowardice.