And then came human beings; humans wanted to cling but there was nothing to cling to.

The slave and those whose present life is miserable and who can find no consolation in the heavens are assured that at least the future belongs to them. The future is the only kind of property that the masters willingly concede to the slaves.

Have you no hope at all? And do you really live with the thought that when you die, you die, and nothing remains?" "Yes," I said.

One might think, that a period which, within fifty years, uproots, enslaves or kills seventy million human beings, should only, and forthwith, be condemned. But also its guilt must be understood.

Happiness implied a choice, and within that choice a concerted will, a lucid desire.

You cannot create experience. You must undergo it.

In Holland, everyone is an expert in painting and in tulips.