Truth is something which can't be told in a few words. Those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its meaning.

The truth is not for all men, but only for those who seek it.

Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat.

There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic.

There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person.

She lacks confidence, she craves admiration insatiably. She lives on the reflections of herself in the eyes of others. She does not care to be herself.