If a man knows precisely what he can do to you or what epithet he can hurl against you in order to make you lose your temper, your equilibrium, then he can always keep you under subjection.

In whatever sense this year is a new year for you, may the moment find you eager and unafraid, ready to take it by the hand with joy and gratitude.

There must be always remaining in every life, some place for the singing of angels, some place for that which in itself is breathless and beautiful.

During times of war, hatred becomes quite respectable even though it has to masquerade often under the guise of patriotism.

Life wears down the edges of the mind.

There are two questions that we have to ask ourselves. The first is 'Where am I going?' and the second is 'Who will go with me?'

What I have written is but a fleeting intimation of the outside of what one man sees and may tell about the path he walks. No one shares the secret of a life; no one enters into the heart of the mystery.