All this had always been and he had never seen it; he was never present. Now he was present and belonged to it. Through his eyes he saw light and shadows; through his mind he was aware of moon and stars.

Everything becomes a little different as soon as it is spoken out loud.

Loneliness is the way by which destiny endeavors to lead man to himself.

I began to understand that suffering and disappointments and melancholy are there not to vex us or cheapen us or deprive us of our dignity but to mature and transfigure us.

It may be important to great thinkers to examine the world, to explain and despise it. But I think it is only important to love the world, not to despise it, not for us to hate each other, but to be able to regard the world and ourselves and all beings with love, admiration and respect.

The opposite of every truth is just as true.

I do want more. I am not content with being happy. I was not made for it. It is not my destiny. My destiny is the opposite.