To Live Is To Feel Oneself Lost.

The Assurance That We Have No Means Of Answering [final] Questions Is No Valid Excuse For Callousness Towards Them. The More Deeply Should We Feel, Down To The Roots Of Our Being, Their Pressure And Their Sting. Whose Hunger Has Ever Been [sated] With The Knowledge That He Could Not Eat?

The Real Magic Wand Is The Child's Own Mind.

In Order To Master The Unruly Torrent Of Life The Learned Man Meditates, The Poet Quivers, And The Political Hero Erects The Fortress Of His Will.

There Is But One Way Left To Save A Classic; To Give Up Revering Him And Use Him For Our Own Salvation.

The Good Is, Like Nature, An Immense Landscape In Which Man Advances Through Centuries Of Exploration.