Illness isn't the only thing that spoils the appetite.

Even nightingales can’t be fed on fairy tales.

Each individual is more or less dimly aware of his significance, is aware that he's something innately superior, something eternal--and lives, is obligated to live, in the moment and for the moment.

You may live a long while with some people and be on friendly terms with them and never speak openly with them from your soul.

What's terrible is that there's nothing terrible, that the very essence of life is petty, uninteresting, and degradingly trite.

That's what children are for—that their parents may not be bored.

Whatever a person may pray for, that person prays for a miracle. Every prayer comes down to this - Almighty God, grant that two times two not equal four.