To be active is the primary vocation of man.

He who is resolute conquers grief.

One man's word is no man's word; we should quietly hear both sides.

We are forced to participate in the games of life before we can possibly learn how to use the options in the rules governing them.

Do people conform to the instructions of us old ones? Each thinks he must know best about himself, and thus many are lost entirely.

Habit is a man's sole comfort. We dislike doing without even unpleasant things to which we have become accustomed.

I am a part of the part that at first was all, part of the darkness that gave birth to the light, that supercilious light which now disputes with Mother Night her ancient rank and space, and yet cannot succeed; no matter how it struggles, it sticks to matter and can't get free. Light flows from substance, makes it beautiful.