My philosophy is fundamentally sad, but I’m not a sad man, and I don’t believe I sadden anyone else. In other words, the fact that I don’t put my philosophy into practice saves me from its evil spell, or, rather, my faith in the human race is stronger then my intellectual analysis of it; there lies the fountain of youth in which my heart is continually bathing.

Life is the path you beat while you walk it It's the walking that beats the path It is not the path that makes the walk

Man's passion for truth is such that he will welcome the bitterest of all postulates so long as it strikes him as true.

Mankind owns four things that are no good at sea: rudder, anchor, oars and the fear of going down.

Has my heart gone to sleep? Have the beehives of my dreams stopped working, the waterwheel of the mind run dry, scoops turning empty, only shadow inside? No, my heart is not asleep. It is awake, wide awake. Not asleep, not dreaming— its eyes are opened wide watching distant signals, listening on the rim of vast silence

Man would be "otherwise." That's the essence of the specifically human.

All uncertainty is fruitfull ... so long as it is accompanied by the wish to understand