One can't love humanity. One can only love people.

Who knows whether there may not be a moment in childhood when the world changes forever, like making a face when the clock strikes?

I measured love by the extent of my jealousy.

It's a pity people pick and choose what they learn from the Bible.

So much of life [is] a putting-off of unhappiness for another time. Nothing [is] ever lost by delay.

Suffering is not increased by numbers; one body can contain all the suffering the world can feel.

Despair is the price one pays for setting oneself an impossible aim. It is, one is told, the unforgivable sin, but it is a sin the corrupt or evil man never practices. He always has hope. He never reaches the freezing-point of knowing absolute failure. Only the man of goodwill carries always in his heart this capacity for damnation.