Deprived of meaningful work, men and women lose their reason for existence; they go stark, raving mad.

Here is a commandment for you: seek happiness in sorrow. Work, work tirelessly.

I am a wicked man... But do you know, gentlemen, what was the main point about my wickedness? The whole thing, precisely was, the greatest nastiness precisely lay in my being shamefully conscious every moment, even in moments of the greatest bile, that I was not only not a wicked man but was not even an embittered man, that I was simply frightening sparrows in vain, and pleasing myself with it.

Is there in the whole world a being who would have the right to forgive and could forgive?

Man has it all in his hands, and it all slips through his fingers from sheer cowardice.

I have seen the truth. It is not as though I had invented it in my mind. I have seen it, SEEN IT and the living image of it has filled my soul forever.

To live without Hope is to Cease to live.