Human beings, in point of fact, are lonely by nature, and one should feel sorry for them and love them and mourn with them. It is certain that people would understand one another better and love one another more if they would admit to one another how lonely they were, how sad they were in their tormented, anxious longings and feeble hopes.

Of all the creatures that man kills for his amusement there is only one that he kills out of hatred—other men. Man hates nothing as much as himself. That is why war is called the leprosy of the human soul.

A wise man once said that next to losing its mother, there is nothing more healthy for a child than to lose its father.

When a man has a flower in his life he builds a house.

For man is essentially alone, and one should pity him and love him and grieve with him.

Whoever doesn't live in poetry cannot survive here on earth.

Remember, any lie you are told, even deliberately, is often a more significant fact than a truth told in all sincerity.