What can become of him if he is in such bondage to the habit of satisfying the innumerable desires he has created for himself? He is isolated, and what concern has he with the rest of humanity? They have succeeded in accumulating a greater mass of objects, but the joy in the world has grown less.

To love is to suffer and there can be no love otherwise.

Just take a look around you: Blood is flowing in rivers and in such a jolly way you’d think it was champagne.

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

There is not a thing that is more positive than bread.

Killing myself was a matter of such indifference to me that I felt like waiting for a moment when it would make some difference.

One can't understand everything at once, we can't begin with perfection all at once! In order to reach perfection one must begin by being ignorant of a great deal. And if we understand things too quickly, perhaps we shan't understand them thoroughly.