You know what I'm afraid of? That God is sick of us.

I am practically in the employ of Mr. Nobel. I have to meet everyone he sends my way.

I believe in life and in people. I feel obliged to advocate their highest ideals as long as I believe them to be true. I also see myself compelled to revolt against ideals I believe to be false, since recoiling from rebellion would be a form of treason

I love Sufism as I love beautiful poetry, but it is not the answer. Sufism is like a mirage in the desert. It says to you, come and sit, relax and enjoy yourself for a while.

We wont develop until we accept that reading is a vital necessity.

The real malady is fear of life, not of death

The heart is a place of secrets.