Why should I live? Why should I do anything? Is there in life any purpose which the inevitable death that awaits me does not undo and destroy?

A man can spend several hours sitting cross-legged in the same position if he knows that noting prevents him from changing it; but if he knows that he has to sit with his legs crossed like that, he will get cramps, his legs will twitch and strain towards where he would like to stretch them.

To speak of it would be giving importance to that which has none.

The higher a man's conception of God, the better will he know Him. And the better he knows God, the nearer will he draw to Him.

Pure and complete sorrow is as impossible as pure and complete joy.

I don't want to prove anything; I merely want to live, to do no one harm but myself. I have the right to do that, haven't I?

These joys were so trifling as to be as imperceptible as grains of gold among the sand, and in moments of depression she saw nothing but the sand; yet there were brighter moments when she felt nothing but joy, saw nothing but the gold.