Facing it, always facing it, that's the way to get through. Face it.

We can never cease to be ourselves.

It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream - making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is of the very essence of dreams.

Things and men have always a certain sense, a certain side by which they must be got hold of if one wants to obtain a solid grasp and a perfect command.

The sea never changes and its works, for all the talks of men, are wrapped in mystery.

Who would care to question the ground of forgiveness or compassion.

A train of thought is never false. The falsehood lies deep in the necessities of existence.