People create the reality they need in order to discover themselves

Guilt results from unused life, from the unlived in us.

The road to creativity passes so close to the madhouse and often detours or ends there.

Man is literally split in two: he has an awareness of his own splendid uniqueness in that he sticks out of nature with a towering majesty, and yet he goes back into the ground a few feet in order blindly and dumbly to rot and disappear forever.

Horror alone brings peace of mind.

Genuine heroism for man is still the power to support contradictions, no matter how glaring or hopeless they may seem.

Man cannot endure his own littleness unless he can translate it into meaningfulness on the largest possible level.