There is no more futile punishment than futile and hopeless labor.

Why should it be essential to love rarely in order to love much?

The modern mind is in complete disarray. Knowledge has stretched itself to the point where neither the world nor our intelligence can find any foot-hold. It is a fact that we are suffering from nihilism.

There is but one freedom, To put oneself right with death. After that everything is possible. I cannot force you to believe in God. Believing in God amounts to coming to terms with death. When you have accepted death, the problem of God will be solved, and not the reverse.

Instead of killing and dying in order to produce the being that we are not, we have to live and let live in order to create what we are.

When I look at my life and its secret colors, I feel like bursting into tears.

Liberty is dangerous, as hard to get along with as it is exciting.