My existence is such that "I" do not really exist. At the end of understanding so much I understand that I know nothing. I suffer for being surrounded by intense suffering and yet I'm deeply suspicious if first of all there is indeed any consciousness except me. I strive to find the artist who might have fathered this great universal art but feel myself to be too feeble to accomplish this seemingly unattainable mission. Yet I have every respect for life, and it is this sheer respect that makes me live.

Laugh and a moment will soon arrive when you cry.

He is man whose heart is spirited and eyes are wet each moment on account of the sorrow, compassion, virtue, beauty, and nobility that decorate this world.

The real doubt is the doubt that doubts that it doubts.

Optimism is the staunchest worshipper of life.

I speculate that this is the best of all possible worlds, for philosophy is the best of humanity, and this world is the best philosophically.

Mystery is the soul of existence.