The very existence of libraries affords the best evidence that we may yet have hope for the future of man

We shall not cease from exploration

Fading, fading: strength beyond hope and despair climbing the third stair. Lord, I am not worthy Lord, I am not worthy but speak the word only.

Someone said, 'The dead writers are remote from us because we know so much more than they did.' Precisely, and they are that which we know.

What is this self-inside us, this silent observer, severe and speechless critic, who can terrorize us, and urge us onto futile activity, and in the end, judge us still more severely for the errors into which his own reproaches drove us?

It takes so many years to learn that one is dead.

Every experience is a paradox in that it means to be absolute, and yet is relative; in that it somehow always goes beyond itself and yet never escapes itself.