“How can my limitations in humanity bring me the truth? How can I find truth that I don't know?”

“The only way is not humans to come to find the truth. Because if so, then they will get lost. How can humans find what they don't know? Therefore, humans are only possible to let the truth come knocking on the door so that they get enlightenment. They become blessed. Not by his own will, but because of the desire of the truth itself.”

“Human beings have this peculiar capacity that no other creatures have: I know how I can be hurt, because I am aware of my own limitations–painfully aware—and now, because I know how I can be hurt, I know how you can be hurt, and I can take advantage of that. And that's how evil enters the world.”

“How much truth can a spirit bear, how much truth can a spirit dare?… that became for me more and more the real measure of value.”

“How much of this truth can I bear to see and still live
unblinded?
How much of this pain
can I use?”

“It frightens me the awful truth of how sweet life can be.”

“How can we do justice even when it concerns truth itself, since for me only one truth exists, my truth, even if it is a delusion, yes, my delusion; my delusion.”

“Tell me anyway--Maybe I can find the truth by comparing the lies.”

“How dreadful knowledge of the truth can be
When there's no help in truth!”

“I try to find meaning anywhere I can. It's the only way I know how to validate my existence.”