I learned to recognise the thorough and primitive duality of man; I saw that, of the two natures that contended in the field of my consciousness, even if I could rightly be said to be either, it was only because I was radically both.

All error, not merely verbal, is a strong way of stating that the current truth is incomplete.

We fill the slaughterhouses daily with screams of fear and pain.

There is only one difference between a long life and a good dinner: that, in the dinner, the sweets come last.

Although I may express myself with some degree of pleasantry the purport of my words is entirely serious.

I had learned to dwell with pleasure as a beloved daydream on the thought of the separation of these elements. If each I told myself could be housed in separate identities life would be relieved of all that was unbearable the unjust might go his way delivered from the aspirations and remorse of his more upright twin and the just could walk steadfastly and securely on his upward path doing the good things in which he found his pleasure and no longer exposed to disgrace and penitence by the hands of this extraneous evil.

I know what happiness is, for I have done good work.