Men after death ... are understood worse than men of the moment, but heard better.
He who has a why to live can bear almost any how.
How good music and bad reasons sound when one marches against an enemy.
The hypocrite who always plays one and the same part ceases at last to be a hypocrite.
Human existence basically is──a never to be completed imperfect tense.
Is man one of God's blunders? Or is God one of man's blunders?