The chiefest sanctity of a temple is that it is a place to which men go to weep in common.

Sow the living part of yourselves in the furrow of life.

Spiritual Love is born of sorrow. . . . For men love one another with spiritual love only when they have suffered the same sorrow together, when through long days they have ploughed the stony ground buried beneath the common yoke of a common grief. It is then that they know one another and feel one another and feel with one another in their common anguish, and so they pity one another and love one another.

At times to be silent is to lie. You will win because you have enough brute force. But you will not convince. For to convince you need to persuade. And in order to persuade you would need what you lack: Reason and Right

Our life is a hope which is continually converting itself into memory and memory in its turn begets hope.

The supreme triumph of reason is to cast doubt upon its own validity.

If a philosopher is not a man, he is anything but a philosopher; he is above all a pedant, and a pedant is a caricature of a man.