There is one, and only one, thing in modern society more hideous than crime namely, repressive justice.

Two prisoners whose cells adjoin communicate with each other by knocking on the wall. The wall is the thing which separates them but is also their means of communication. It is the same with us and God. Every separation is a link.

The future is made of the same stuff as the present.

In solitude we are in the presence of mere matter (even the sky, the stars, the moon, trees in blossom), things of less value (perhaps) than a human spirit. Its value lies in the greater possibility of attention.

We possess nothing in the world - a mere chance can strip us of everything - except the power to say 'I.

One could count on one's fingers the number of scientists throughout the world with a general idea of the history and development of their particular science: there is none who is really competent as regards sciences other than his own. As science forms an indivisible whole, one may say that there are no longer, strictly speaking, scientists, but only drudges doing scientific work.

More than in any other performing arts the lack of respect for acting seems to spring from the fact that every layman considers himself a valid critic.