Whenever a human being, through the commission of a crime, has become exiled from good, he needs to be reintegrated with it through suffering. The suffering should be inflicted with the aim of bringing the soul to recognize freely some day that its infliction was just.

Those who are unhappy have no need for anything in this world but people capable of giving them their attention.

The entire universe is nothing but a great metaphor.

Workers need poetry more than bread. They need that their life should be a poem. They need some light from eternity. Religion alone can be the source of such poetry.

The world is the closed door. It is a barrier. And at the same time it is the way through.

Life does not need to mutilate itself in order to be pure.

God's love for us is not the reason for which we should love him. God's love for us is the reason for us to love ourselves.