“The more one forgets one’s own self, the more human the person becomes.”

Nothing is likely to help a person overcome or endure troubles than the consciousness of having a task in life.

Each of us carries a unique spark of the divine, and each of us is also an inseparable part of the web of life.

Love goes very far beyond the physical person of the beloved. It finds its deepest meaning in his spiritual being, his inner self. Whether or not he is actually present, whether or not he is still alive at all, ceases somehow to be of importance.

In some ways suffering ceases to be suffering at the moment it finds a meaning, such as the meaning of a sacrifice.

A human being is not one thing among others; things determine each other, but man is ultimately self-determining.

An abnormal reaction to an abnormal situation is normal behavior.

So live as if you were living already for the second time and as if you had acted the first time as wrongly as you are about to act now!

Forces beyond your control can take away everything you possess except one thing, your freedom to choose how you will respond to the situation.

Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.

In times of crisis, people reach for meaning. Meaning is strength. Our survival may depend on our seeking and finding it.

Man’s inner strength may raise him above his outward fate.

Life is never made unbearable by circumstances, but only by lack of meaning and purpose.

Spiritual freedom makes life meaningful and purposeful.

Live as if you were living a second time, and as though you had acted wrongly the first time.

Man’s search for meaning is the chief motivation of his life.

Despair is suffering without meaning.

It often happens that those are the best people whose characters have been most injured by slanderers: as we usually find that to be the sweetest fruit which the birds have been picking at.

And what happens when you run out of words? You listen. Deeply. To everything around you.

But man is a part of nature, and his war against nature is inevitably a war against himself.

As the twig is bent, so grows the tree.

Everything we call real is made of things that cannot be regarded as real.

It is the honey which makes us cruel enough to ignore the death of a bee.

It’s hard to know who I am when who I am always swallows me whole.

Second chances, are filled with humans hoping for a third.