The most general deficiency in our sort of culture and education is gradually dawning on me: no one learns, no one strives towards, no one teaches--enduring loneliness.
He who has a why to live can bear almost any how.
Is life not a thousand times too short for us to bore ourselves?
We belong to an age whose culture is in danger of perishing through the means to culture.
Every word is a preconceived judgment.
Immature is the love of the youth, and immature his hatred of man and earth. His mind and the wings of his spirit are still tied down and heavy.