The relationship to one's fellow man is the relationship of prayer, the relationship to oneself is the relationship of striving; it is from prayer that one draws the strength for one's striving.

Books are a narcotic.

From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back. That is the point that must be reached.

Hiding places there are innumerable, escape is only one, but possibilities of escape, again, are as many as hiding places.

In the fight between you and the world, back the world.

He was a tool of the boss, without brains or backbone.

And I leave my post of observation and find I have had enough of this outside life; I feel that there is nothing more that I can learn here, either now or at any time. And I long to say a last goodbye to everything up here, to go down into my burrow never to return again, let things take their course, and not try to retard them with my profitless vigils.