The cliché organizes life; it expropriates people's identity; it becomes ruler, defense lawyer, judge, and the law.

There appear to be no integrating forces, no unified meaning, no true inner understanding of phenomena in our experience of the world. Experts can explain anything in the objective world to us, yet we understand our own lives less and less. In short, we live in the postmodern world, where everything is possible and almost nothing is certain.

I feel that the dormant goodwill in people needs to be stirred. People need to hear that it makes sense to behave decently or to help others, to place common interests above their own, to respect the elementary rules of human coexistence.

We fell morally ill because we became used to saying something different from what we thought.

Lying can never save us from another lie.

A human action becomes genuinely important when it springs from the soil of a clearsighted awareness of the temporality and the ephemerality of everything human. It is only this awareness that can breathe any greatness into an action.

Sometimes I wonder if suicides aren't in fact sad guardians of the meaning of life.