Each of us is the only person who can give the other what each of us wants to have: Peace.

At any given moment, I open my eyes and exist. And before that, during all eternity, what was there? Nothing.

I think the family is the place where the most ridiculous and least respectable things in the world go on.

Who cares about great marks left behind? We have one life... just one. Our life. We have nothing else.

Each of us is the only person who can give the other what each of us wants to have: Peace.

Everyone has, inside himself ... what shall I call it? A piece of good news! Everyone is ... a very great, very important character.

Is not man himself the most unsettled of all the creatures of the earth? What is this trembling sensation that is intensified with each ascending step in the natural order?