When goals go, meaning goes. When meaning goes, purpose goes. When purpose goes, life goes dead on our hands.

St. Thomas is really a great man quite apart from his saintliness.

There is no such thing as a pure extrovert or a pure introvert. Such a man would be in the lunatic asylum.

Hurry is not of the devil; hurry is the devil.

Fortunately, in her kindness and patience, Nature has never put the fatal question as to the meaning of their lives into the mouths of most people. And where no one asks, no one needs to answer.

It seems to be very hard for people to live with riddles or to let them live, although one would think that life is so full of riddles as it is that a few more things we cannot answer would make no difference. But perhaps it is just this that is so unendurable, that there are irrational things in our own psyche which upset the conscious mind in its illusory certainties by confronting it with the riddle of its existence.

To ask the right question is already half the solution of a problem.