To study the meaning of man and of life — I am making significant progress here. I have faith in myself. Man is a mystery: if you spend your entire life trying to puzzle it out, then do not say that you have wasted your time. I occupy myself with this mystery, because I want to be a man.

originality and a feeling of one's own dignity are achieved only through work and struggle.

Faith does not, in the realist, spring from the miracle but the miracle from faith. If the realist once believes, then he is bound by his very realism to admit the miraculous also.

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

Suffering is the sole origin of consciousness.

And if there's love, you can do without happiness too. Even with sorrow, life is sweet.

Can a man of perception respect himself at all?