To work is to live without dying.

Be out of sync with your times for just one day, and you will see how much eternity you contain within you.

You must think that something is happening upon you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand; it will not let you fall.

To all that is used-up, and to all the muffled and dumb creatures in the world's full reserve, the unsayable sums, joyfully add yourself, and cancel the count.

Life is heavier than the weight of all things.

But because truly being here is so much; because everything here apparently needs us, this fleeting world, which in some strange way keeps calling to us. Us, the most fleeting of all.

The hero is strangely akin to those who die young.