As witnesses not of our intentions but of our conduct, we can be true or false, and the hypocrite's crime is that he bears false witness against himself. What makes it so plausible to assume that hypocrisy is the vice of vices is that integrity can indeed exist under the cover of all other vices except this one. Only crime and the criminal, it is true, confront us with the perplexity of radical evil; but only the hypocrite is really rotten to the core.

When an old truth ceases to be applicable, it does not become any truer by being stood on its head.

War has become a luxury that only small nations can afford.

We all carry fault within.

Even though we have lost yardsticks by which to measure, and rules under which to subsume the particular, a being whose essence is a beginning may have enough of origin within himself to understand without preconceived categories and to judge without the set of customary rules which is morality.

The possible redemption from the predicament of irreversibility - of being unable to undo what one has done - is the faculty of forgiving.

For the possibilities of being different from what one is are infinite. Once one has negated oneself, however, there are no longer any particular choices.