I use hate as a weapon to defend myself; had I been strong, I would never have needed that kind of weapon.

And let to-day embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing.

You shall be free indeed when your days are not without a care, nor your nights without a want and a grief, but rather when these things girdle your life and yet you rise above them naked and unbound.

Often times I have hated in self-defense; if I were stronger I would not have used such a weapon.

Philosophy's work is finding the shortest path between two points.

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the same well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven? And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?

They say: 'If a man knew himself, he would know all mankind.' I say: 'If a man loved mankind, he would know something of himself.