Certainty... lurks at the door of faith and threatens to devour it.

Your own tactic is to train yourself in the art of becoming enigmatic to everybody. My young friend, suppose there was no one who troubld himself to guess your riddle--what joy, then, would you have in it?

People commonly travel the world over to see rivers and mountains, new stars, garish birds, freak fish, grotesque breeds of human; they fall into an animal stupor that gapes at existence and they think they have seen something.

It is tragic-comic to see that all this knowledge and understanding exercises no power at all over men's lives, that their lives do not express in the remotest way what they have understood, but rather the opposite.

I begin with the principle that all men are bores. Surely no one will prove himself so great a bore as to contradict me in this.

Backwards understood be only can but, forwards lived be must life.

You live life looking forward, you understand life looking backward.