For the secret of man's being is not only to live but to have something to live for. Without a stable conception of the object of life, man would not consent to go on living, and would rather destroy himself than remain on earth, though he had bread in abundance.

If he's alive, everything is in his power! Whose fault is it that he doesn't understand that?

My God, a moment of bliss. Why, isn't that enough for a whole lifetime?

We have all lost touch with life, we all limp, each to a greater or lesser degree.

The more conscious I was of goodness and of all that was 'sublime and beautiful,'the more deeply I sank into my mire and the more ready I was to sink in it altogether.

It takes something more than intelligence to act intelligently.

This is my last message to you: in sorrow, seek happiness.