Hell is other people at breakfast.

Man is abandoned on earth in the midst of his infinite responsibilities, without help, with no aim but what he sets himself.

The more one is absorbed in fighting evil, the less one is tempted to place the good in question.

I am not recommending "popular" literature which aims at the lowest.

You see, the contemporary writer must write through his intimations of unease, while trying to elucidate them.

In wanting freedom we discover that it depends entirely on the freedom of others, and that the freedom of others depends on ours. . . I am obliged to want others to have freedom at the same time that I want my own freedom. I can take freedom as my goal only if I take that of others as a goal as well.

I have no religion, but if I were to choose one, it would be that of Shariati's.