I have, perhaps, a slave-like constitution which is too easily restrained by bonds; it then becomes rebellious and bursts out in a comic revolution.

(Socrates) said there were only two possibilities. Either the soul is immortal or, after death, things would be again as blank as they were before we were born.

Goodness is achieved not in a vacuum, but in the company of other men, attended by love.

Humankind struggles with collective powers for its freedom, the individual struggles with dehumanization for the possession of his soul.

Excuse me ... but I reject your definitions of me.

A good novel is worth more then the best scientific study.

Those who have a why to live for can bear almost any how. The necessary premise is that a person is somehow more than his or her "characteristics," all the emotions, strivings, tastes, and constructions which it pleases us to call "My Life." We have grounds to hope that a Life is something more than a cloud of particles, mere facticity. Go through what is comprehensible and you conclude that only the incomprehensible gives any light.