You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself.

The world in which we were called to exist was an absurd world, and there was no other in which we could take refuge.

There is not a single true work of art that has not in the end added to the inner freedom insight and life of each person who has known and loved it.

I had only a little time left and I didn't want to waste it on God.

…. Query: How contrive not to waste one's time? Answer: By being fully aware of it all the while. Ways in which this can be done: By spending one's days on an uneasy chair in a dentist's waiting-room; by remaining on one's balcony all of a Sunday afternoon; by listening to lectures in a language on doesn't know; by traveling by the longest and least-convenient train routes, and of course standing all the way; by lining up at the box-office of theaters and then not buying a seat; and so forth.

In the light, the earth remains our first and our last love. Our brothers are breathing under the same sky as we; justice is a living thing. Now is born that strange joy which helps one live and die, and which we shall never again postpone to a later time.

what doesn't kill you make you stronger and stronger