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

I agree with no one's opinion. I have some of my own.

Love isn't actually a feeling at all--it's an illness, a certain condition of body and soul.... Usually it takes possession of someone without his permission, all of a sudden, against his will--just like cholera or a fever.

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.

We sit in the mud... and reach for the stars.

So long as one's just dreaming about what to do, one can soar like an eagle and move mountains, it seems, but as soon as one starts doing it one gets worn out and tired.

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.