Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The salvation of man is through love and in love.

Every human being has the freedom to change at any instant.

If there is meaning in life at all, then there must be meaning in suffering.

As for the concept of collective guilt, I personally think that it is totally unjustified to hold one person responsible for the behavior of another person or a collective of persons.

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

Man is not fully conditioned and determined but rather determines himself whether he gives in to conditions or stands up to them.

The more one forgives himself - by giving himself to a cause to serve or another person to love - the more human he is and the more he actualizes himself.

When a man cannot find meaning, he numbs himself with pleasure.

But there was no need to be ashamed of tears, for tears bore witness that a man had the greatest of courage, the courage to suffer.

At such a moment, it is not the physical pain which hurts the most (and this applies to adults as much as to punished children); it is the mental agony caused by the injustice, the unreasonableness of it all.

A man's concern, even his despair, over the worthwhileness of life is an existential distress but by no means a mental disease.

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

The last freedom is choosing your attitude.

When a man finds that it is his destiny to suffer... his unique opportunity lies in the way he bears his burden.

For what then matters is to bear witness to the uniquely human potential at its best, which is to transform a personal tragedy into a triumph, to turn one’s predicament into a human achievement.

I try to do everything as soon as possible, and not at the last moment. This ensures that, when I am overburdened with work, I will not face the added pressure of knowing that something is still to be done.

Pain is only bearable if we know it will end, not if we deny it exists.

I do the unpleasant tasks before I do the pleasant ones.

Hold the fort! I am coming!

You let the fire out.

Stand high long enough and your lightning will come.

If a story is in you, it has to come out.

The end is nothing, the road is all

Let your fiction grow out of the land beneath your feet.