A work of art has an author and yet, when it is perfect, it has something which is anonymous about it.
Simone WeilThe love of our neighbor in all its fullness simply means being able to say, "What are you going through?
Simone WeilJustice. 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.
Simone Weil