There is only one fault, only one: our inability to feed upon light.

Our science is like a store filled with the most subtle intellectual devices for solving the most complex problems, and yet we are almost incapable of applying the elementary principles of rational thought.

I also am other than what I imagine myself to be. To know this is forgiveness.

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.

There are only two sorts of greatness: true greatness, which is of a spiritual order, and the old, old lie of world conquest. Conquest is an ersatz greatness.

Justice. To be ever ready to admit that another person is something quite different from what we read when he is there (or when we think about him). Or rather, to read in him that he is certainly something different, perhaps something completely different from what we read in him. Every being cries out silently to be read differently.

Purity is the ability to contemplate defilement.