When she had gone upstairs, he walked to a window and stood looking up at the sky. His head thrown back, he felt the pull of his throat muscles and he wondered whether the peculiar solemnity of looking at the sky comes, not from what one contemplates, but from that uplift of one's head.

Faith and force ... are corollaries: every period of history dominated by mysticism, was a period of statism, of dictatorship, of tyranny.

Productiveness is your acceptance of morality, your recognition of the fact that you choose to live.

It is not death that we wish to avoid, but life that we wish to live.

She thought how strange it would be if she ever said 'Hello' to him. One did not greet oneself each morning.

Money is only a tool. It will take you wherever you wish, but it will not replace you as the driver.

It is a sin to write this.