On our earth we can only love withsuffering and through suffering.

In the end they will lay their freedom at our feet and say to us, Make us your slaves, but feed us.

Hell is the inability to love.

The more stupid one is, the closer one is to reality. The more stupid one is, the clearer one is. Stupidity is brief and artless, while intelligence squirms and hides itself. Intelligence is unprincipled, but stupidity is honest and straightforward.

Sometimes a man is intensely, even passionately, attached to suffering — that is a fact.

. . . finally, I couldn't imagine how I could live without books, and I stopped dreaming about marrying that Chinese prince. . . .

To strive consciously for an object and to engage in engineering -- that is, incessantly and eternally to make new roads, wherever they may lead.