The most important question anyone can ask is: What myth am I living?

The unexpected and the incredible belong in this world. Only then is life whole.

What happens after death is so unspeakably glorious that our imagination and our feelings do not suffice to form even an approximate conception of it. The dissolution of our time-bound form in eternity brings no loss of meaning.

The greatest tragedy of the family is the unlived lives of the parents.

Not nature, but the "genius of mankind," has knotted the hangman's noose with which it can execute itself at any moment.

It is on the whole probably that we continually dream, but that consciousness makes such a noise that we do not hear it.

Meaninglessnes s inhibits fullness of life and is therefore the equivalent to illness. Meaning makes a great many things endurable--perh aps everything.