It's the moon that makes it so still, weaving some mystery.

If it were considered desirable to destroy a human being, the only thing necessary would be to give his work a character of uselessness

Be the sun and all will see you.

In summer, intolerable closeness; in winter, unendurable cold. All the floors were rotten. Filth on the floors an inch thick; one could slip and fall.

It wasn't the New World that mattered... Columbus died almost without seeing it; and not really knowing what he had discovered. It's life that matters, nothing but life - the process of discovering, the everlasting and perpetual process, not the discovery itself, at all.

God is necessary, and therefore must exist...But I know that he does not and cannot exist...Don't you understand that a man with these two thoughts cannot go on living?

If man has one good memory to go by, that may be enough to save him.