Every perfect life is a parable invented by God.

Official history is a matter of believing murderers on their own word.

Evil when we are in its power is not felt as evil but as a necessity, or even a duty.

Contemplating an object fixedly with the mind, asking myself, 'What is it?' without thinking of any other object or relating it to anything else for hours on end.

Death. An instantaneous state, without past or future. Indispensable for entering eternity.

We do not obtain the most precious gifts by going in search of them but by waiting for them.

In struggling against anguish one never produces serenity; the struggle against anguish only produces new forms of anguish.