There is no true love save in suffering, and in this world we have to choose either love, which is suffering, or happiness. Man is the more man - that is, the more divine - the greater his capacity for suffering, or rather, for anguish.

Only he who attempts the absurd is capable of achieving the impossible.

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

There are people who are so full of common sense that they haven't the slightest cranny left for their own sense.

My aim is to agitate and disturb people. I'm not selling bread; I'm selling yeast.

Men shout to avoid listening to one another.

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.