His life oscillates, as everyone's does, not merely between two poles, such as the body and the spirit, the saint and the sinner, but between thousands and thousands.

I cannot tell my story without reaching a long way back.

She stood a moment before my eyes, clearly and painfully, loved and deeply woven into my destiny; then fell away again in a deep oblivion, at a half regretted distance.

Everyone can reach his goal, if he can think, wait and fast.

All higher humor begins with ceasing to take oneself seriously.

All I really wanted was to try and live the life that was spontaneously welling up within me. Why was that so very difficult?

Love your suffering. Do not resist it, do not flee from it. It is only your aversion to it that hurts, nothing else.