You're not cross with me, though?" he said. She pulled her hand away and answered, "No, no, I'm never cross with anyone.

You see, I have only such a fugitive awareness of things around me that I always feel they were once real and are now fleeting away.

Utterance does not in principle mean a weakening of conviction--that would not be anything to be deplored--but a weakness of conviction.

What is meant by its nature for the highest and the best, spreads among the lowly people.

Hold fast to the diary from today on! Write regularly! Don't surrender! Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it every moment.

The notion of the infinite expanse and copiousness of the cosmos is the result of the mixture, carried to the extreme limit, of laborious creation and free self-determination.

"Don't you want to join us?" I was recently asked by an acquaintance when he ran across me alone after midnight in a coffeehouse that was already almost deserted. "No, I don't," I said.