Much unhappiness has come into the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid.

One could never judge a man without seeing him close, for oneself.

Every ant knows the formula of its ant-hill, every bee knows the formula of its beehive. They know it in their own way, not in our way. Only humankind does not know its own formula.

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

If you are penitent, you love. And if you love you are of God. All things are atoned for, all things are saved by love. If I, a sinner even as you are, am tender with you and have pity on you, how much more will God have pity upon you. Love is such a priceless treasure that you can redeem the whole world by it, and cleanse not only your own sins but the sins of others.

Now I'm living out my life in a corner, trying to console myself with the stupid, useless excuse that an intelligent man cannot turn himself into anything, that only a fool can make anything he wants out of himself.

What man wants is simply independent choice, whatever that independence may cost and wherever it may lead.