Vaguely at first, then more distinctly, I realized that man is an eternal stranger on this planet.

Action can give us the feeling of being useful, but only words can give us a sense of weight and purpose.

Language was invented to ask questions.

It still holds true that man is most uniquely human when he turns obstacles into opportunities.

The real Antichrist is he who turns the wine of an original idea into the water of mediocrity.

Unpredictability, too, can become monotonous.

Unless a man has the talents to make something of himself, freedom is an irksome burden. We join a mass movement to escape from individual responsibility, or, in the words of an ardent young Nazi, to be free from freedom. It was not sheer hypocrisy when the rank-and-file Nazis declared themselves not guilty of all the enormities they had committed. They considered themselves cheated and maligned when made to shoulder responsibility for obeying orders. Had they not joined the Nazi movement in order to be free from responsibility?