Man's mind cannot grasp the causes of events in their completeness, but the desire to find the causes is implanted in man's soul.

Error is the force that welds men together; truth is communicated to men only by deeds of truth.

It is a rude feeling, because it is natural only to people standing on the lowest level of morality, and expecting from other nations such outrages as they themselves are ready to inflict.

Every revolution by force only puts more violent means of enslavement into the hands of the persons in power.

it's much better to do good in a way that no one knows anything about it.

Why should I live? Why should I do anything? Is there in life any purpose which the inevitable death that awaits me does not undo and destroy?

How can one be well...when one suffers morally?