“Fathers and teachers, I ponder, "What is hell?" I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.”

“What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.”

“Written in ink, in German, in a small, hopelessly sincere handwriting, were the words "Dear God, life is hell." Nothing led up to or away from it. Alone on the page, and in the sickly stillness of the room, the words appeared to have the stature of an uncontestable, even classic indictment. X stared at the page for several minutes, trying, against heavy odds, not to be taken in. Then, with far more zeal than he had done anything in weeks, he picked up a pencil stub and wrote down under the inscription, in English, "Fathers and teachers, I ponder, 'What is Hell?' I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.”

“I have suffered from being misunderstood, but I would have suffered a hell of a lot more if I had been understood.”

“If you don't remove your hands immediately, I will render you unable to biologically maintain life.”

“I am indebted to my father for living, but to my teacher for living well.{His teacher was the legendary philosopher Aristotle}”