It belongs to the imperfection of everything human that man can only attain his desire by passing through its opposite.

One can advise comfortably from a safe port.

If I could prescribe only one remedy for all the ills of the modern world, I would prescribe silence.

It is intelligent to ask two questions: (1) Is it possible? (2) Can I do it?. But it is unintelligent to ask these questions: (1) Is it real? (2) Has my neighbor done it?

Nowadays not even a suicide kills himself in desperation. Before taking the step he deliberates so long and so carefully that he literally chokes with thought. It is even questionable whether he ought to be called a suicide, since it is really thought which takes his life. He does not die with deliberation but from deliberation.

No one may pride himself at being more than an individual, and no one despondently think that he is not an individual.

The deepest form of despair is to choose to be another than himself.