Never give up, never escape, take everything in, and perhaps suffer, that's not too awful either, but never, never give up.

Everything is chance, or nothing is chance. If I believed the first, I would be unable to live on, but I am not yet fully convinced of the second.

Here, beside this great black surface that is my desk, I feel as though I am on a desert island.

That I should die next week, I would still be able to sit at my desk all week and study with perfect equanimity, for I know now that life and death make a meaningful whole.

How rash to assert that man shapes his own destiny. All he can do is determine his inner responses.

Become simple and live simply, not only within yourself but also in your everyday dealings. Don’t make ripples all around you, don’t try to be interesting, keep your distance, be honest, fight the desire to be thought fascinating by the outside world.

We should be willing to act as a balm for all wounds.