Never is a man wholly a saint or a sinner.

Siddhartha stopped fighting his fate this very hour, and he stopped suffering.

Nevertheless, whether in occurrences lasting days, hours or mere minutes at a time, I have experienced happiness often, and have had brief encounters with it in my later years, even in old age.

I have always thirsted for knowledge, I have always been full of questions.

Meaning and reality were not hidden somewhere behind things, they were in them, in all of them.

In any case, the most lively young people become the best old people, not those who pretend to be as wise as grandfathers while they are still at school.

His way had therefore come full circle, or rather had taken the form of an ellipse or a spiral, following as ever no straight unbroken line, for the rectilinear belongs only to Geometry and not to Nature and Life.