The idea of the past is as useless as the idea of the future. Both could be invoked by anybody about anything. There is never any more beauty than there is now. There is no more joy or wonder or sorrow than there is now, nor perfection, nor any more evil nor any more good than there is now.

There are words and words and none mean anything. And then one sentence means everything.

A happy man has no past, while an unhappy man has nothing else.

A good book ... leaves you wanting to reread the book. A great book compels you to reread your own soul.

We have a very foolish notion in Western countries that progress delivers freedom. But progress doesn't necessarily bring moral virtue.

One cannot distinguish between human and non-human acts. One cannot point, one cannot say this man here is a man and that man there is a devil.

What reality was ever made by realists?