A hurtful act is the transference to others of the degradation which we bear in ourselves.

It is only necessary to know that love is a direction and not a state of the soul. If one is unaware of this, one falls to despair at the first onslaught of affliction.

In this world we live in a mixture of time and eternity. Hell would be pure time.

Nothing can have as its destination anything other than its origin. The contrary idea, the idea of progress, is poison.

The only way into truth is through one's own annihilation; through dwelling a long time in a state of extreme and total humiliation.

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.

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.