If I know what love is, it is because of you.

What should I possibly have to tell you, oh venerable one? Perhaps that you're searching far too much? That in all that searching, you don't find the time for finding?

Gratitude is not a virtue I believe in, and to me it seems hypocritical to expect it from a child.

He has robbed me, yet he has given me something of greater value . . . he has given to me myself.

It was lovely, and tempting, to exert power over men and to shine before others, but power also had its perditions and perils.

...and the vessel was not full, his intellect was not satisfied, his soul was not at peace, his heart was not still.

To such men the desperate and horrible thought has come that perhaps the whole of human life is but a bad joke, a violent and ill-fated abortion of the primal mother, a savage and dismal catastophe of nature.