He who loves his neighbor burns his heart, and the heart, like green wood, groans when it burns, and distills itself in tears. There is no point in taking opium; it is better to put salt and vinegar in the soul's wound, for if you fall asleep and no longer feel the pain, then you no longer exist. And the point is to exist.

It is sad not to love, but it is much sadder not to be able to love.

Your neighbor's vision is as true for him as your own vision is true for you.

We should try to be the parents of our future rather than the offspring of our past.

And usually [the philosopher] philosophizes either in order to resign himself to life, or to seek some finality in it, or to distract himself and forget his griefs, or for pastime and amusement.

These terrible sociologists, who are the astrologers and alchemists of our twentieth century.

We never know, believe me, when we have succeeded best.