I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.
Logic may indeed be unshakeable, but it cannot withstand a man who is determined to live.
In the struggle between yourself and the world second the world.
For we are like tree trunks in the snow. In appearance they lie smoothly and a little push should be enough to set them rolling. No, it can't be done, for they are firmly wedded to the ground. But see, even that is only appearance.
The man in ecstasy and the man drowning: both raise their arms.
The spirit becomes free only when it ceases to be a support.