I seem to have the blind self-acceptance of the eccentric who can't conceive that his eccentricities are not clearly understood.

The soul has to find and hold its ground against hostile forces, sometimes embodied in ideas which frequently deny its very existence, and which indeed often seem to be trying to annul it altogether.

If I'm out of my mind, it's all right with me, thought Moses Herzog.

He believed that he must, that he could and would recover the good things, the happy things, the easy tranquil things of life. He had made mistakes, but he could overlook these. He had been a fool, but that could be forgiven. The time wasted--must be relinquished. What else could one do about it? Things were too complex, but they might be reduced to simplicity again. Recovery was possible.

We are funny creatures. We don't see the stars as they are, so why do we love them? They are not small gold objects, but endless fire.

I would like to explain that I consider prayer above all an act of gratitude for existence.

Boredom is an instrument of social control. Power is the power to impose boredom, to command stasis, to combine this stasis with anguish. The real tedium, deep tedium, is seasoned with terror and with death.