Man cannot live without a continuous confidence in something indestructible within himself.

There is a destination but no way there; what we refer to as way is hesitation.

May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.

I won't give up the diary again. I must hold on here, it is the only place I can.

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

How pathetically scanty my self-knowledge is compared with, say, my knowledge of my room. There is no such thing as observation of the inner world, as there is of the outer world.

There are two cardinal human sins out of which all others derive, deviate, and dissipate: impatience and lassitude (or perhaps nonchalance). On account of impatience they are driven out of paradise; on account of lassitude or nonchalance they do not return. Perhaps, however, only one main sense of sin is given: impatience. On account of impatience they are driven out, on account of impatience they do not turn back.