... We need the sweet pain of anticipation to tell us we are really alive.

[Liberty] is a choreand a long-distance race, quite solitary, quite exhausting.

I see many people die because they judge that life is not worth living. I see others paradoxically getting killed for the ideas or illusions that give them a reason for living (what is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying). I therefore conclude that the meaning of life is the most urgent of questions.

Give up the tyranny of female charm.

Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy.

We can't do without dominating others or being served.... The essential thing, in sum, is being able to get angry without the other person being able to answer back.

But - I cannot make a choice. I have my own sorrow, but I suffer with him, too; I share his pain. I understand all - that is my trouble.