The whole life of the individual is nothing but the process of giving birth to himself; indeed, we should be fully born when we die.

To die is poignantly bitter, but the idea of having to die without having lived is unbearable.

The person who gives up his individual self and becomes an automaton, identical with millions of other automatons around him, need not feel alone and anxious any more. But the price he pays, however, is high; it is the loss of his self.

Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.

One cannot be deeply responsive to the world without being saddened very often.

The state of sleep is a state of freedom in which man is not occupied with the manipulation of the outside world.

. . . freedom to creat and construct, to wonder and to venture. Such freedom requires that the individual be active and responsible, not a slave or a well-fed cog in the machine . . . It is not enough that men are not slaves; if social conditions further the existence of automatons, the result will not be love of life, but love of death.