It is only the consciousness of a nonexistence which allows us to realize for moments that we are living.

The older you get the simpler you want to make it.

The technologist was the final guise of the white missionary, industrialization the last gospel of a dying race and living standards a substitute for a purpose in living.

I feel fairly certain that my hatred harms me more than the people whom I hate.

Time does not change us. It just unfolds us.

The demand that we love our neighbor as ourselves contains as an axiom the demand that we shall love ourselves, shall accept ourselves as we were created.

Nothing is harder than to accept oneself.