To put meaning in one's life may end in madness, But life without meaning is the torture Of restlessness and vague desire-It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.

Those who first oppose a good work, seize it and make it their own, when the cornerstone is laid and memorial tablets are erected.

What is this I hear of sorrow and weariness, Anger, discontent and drooping hopes? Degenerate sons and daughters, Life is too strong for you— It takes life to love Life.

In time you shall see Fate approach you In the shape of your own image in the mirror.

. . . the weal of the race, and the cause of humanity, here and now, are enough To give life meaning and death as well.

The Typical American? He is sent to school Little or much, where he imbibes the rule Of safety first and comfort; in his youth He joins the church and ends the quest of truth.

To put meaning in one's life may end in madness, But life without meaning is the torture Of restlessness and vague desire-It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.