Stop war? Impossible! There is no cure for the world's disease.

I believe that around us there is only one word on all sides, one immense word which reveals our solitude and extinguishes our radiance: Nothing! I believe that that word does not point to our insignificance or our unhappiness, but on the contrary to our fulfillment and our divinity, since everything is in ourselves.

Stop war? Impossible! There is no cure for the world's disease.

It was suicide. Others killed themselves with poison or with a revolver. I killed myself with minutes and hours.

Two armies that fight each other is like one large army that commits suicide.

We have the divinity of our great misery. And our solitude, with its toilsome ideas, tears and laughter, is fatally divine.

I keep remembering — I keep remembering. My heart has no pity on me.