It is an eternal obligation toward the human being not to let him suffer from hunger when one has a chance of coming to his assistance.

Just as a person who is always asserting that he is too good-natured is the very one from whom to expect, on some occasion, the coldest and most unconcerned cruelty, so when any group sees itself as the bearer of civilization this very belief will betray it into behaving barbarously at the first opportunity.

A test of what is real is that it is hard and rough. Joys are found in it, not pleasure. What is pleasant belongs to dreams.

The only way into truth is through one's own annihilation; through dwelling a long time in a state of extreme and total humiliation.

The human soul has need of security and also of risk. The fear of violence or of hunger or of any other extreme evil is a sickness of the soul. The boredom produced by a complete absence of risk is also a sickness of the soul.

There is no detachment where there is no pain. And there is no pain endured without hatred or lying unless detachment is present too.

Fortunately the sky is beautiful everywhere.