You're not going to be different ... you're going to be the same as you've always been; with doubts, everlasting dissatisfaction with yourself, vain efforts to amend, and falls, and everlasting expectation, of a happiness which you won't get, and which isn't possible for you.

I imagine, joking apart, that to know love, one must make mistakes and then correct them.

Man lives consciously for himself, but is an unconscious instrument in the attainment of the historic, universal, aims of humanity.

How can one be well...when one suffers morally?

What is important is not the quantity of your knowledge but its quality. You can know many things without knowing the most important.

They ought to find out how to vaccinate for love, like smallpox.

The whole trouble lies in that people think that there are conditions excluding the necessity of love in their intercourse with man, but such conditions do not exist. Things may be treated without love; one may chop wood, make bricks, forge iron without love, but one can no more deal with people without love than one can handle bees without care.