Difficult as it is really to listen to someone in affliction, it is just as difficult for him to know that compassion is listening to him.

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

When literature becomes deliberately indifferent to the opposition of good and evil it betrays its function and forfeits all claim to excellence.

Evil is license, and that is why it is monotonous: everything has to be drawn from ourselves. One is condemned to false infinity. That is hell itself.

Attachment is a manufacturer of illusion and whoever wants reality ought to be detached.

The whole evolution of present-day society tends to develop the various forms of bureaucratic oppression and to give them a sort of autonomy in regard to capitalism as such.

Every being cries out in silence to be read differently. Do not be indifferent to these cries.