But she did not take her eyes from the wheels of the second car. And exactly at the moment when the midpoint between the wheels drew level with her, she threw away the red bag, and drawing her head back into her shoulders, fell on her hands under the car, and with a light movement, as though she would rise immediately, dropped on her knees. And at the instant she was terror-stricken at what she was doing. 'Where am I? What am I doing? What for?' She tried to get up, to throw herself back; but something huge and merciless struck her on the head and dragged her down on her back.

In order to understand, observe, deduce, man must first be conscious of himself as alive.

He was right in saying that the only certain happiness in life is to live for others.

Power, from the standpoint of experience, is merely the relation that exists between the expression of someone's will and the execution of that will by others.

I am obliged to renounce violence, and abstain from it altogether.

But that had been grief--this was joy. Yet that grief and this joy were alike outside all the ordinary conditions of life; they were loopholes, as it were, in that ordinary life through which there came glimpses of something sublime. And in the contemplation of this sublime something the soul was exalted to inconceivable heights of which it had before had no conception, while reason lagged behind, unable to keep up with it.

The simplest and shortest ethical precept is to be served as little as possible . . . and to serve others as much as possible.