Can it be that I have overlooked something, that there is something which I have failed to understand? Is it not possible that this state of despair is common to everyone?

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

And for him, who lived in a certain circle, and who required some mental activity such as usually develops with maturity, having views was as necessary as having a hat.

You can love a person dear to you with a human love, but an enemy can only be loved with divine love.

I must have physical exercise, or my temper'll certainly be ruined.

Here I am...wanting to accomplish something and completely forgetting it must all end--that there is such a thing as death.

He remembered his mother's love for him, and his family's, and his friends', and the enemy's intention to kill him seemed impossible.