I had to deny knowledge in order to make room for faith.

Morality is not properly the doctrine of how we may make ourselves happy$$$ but how we may make ourselves worthy of happiness.

A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.

All wish to possess knowledge$$$ but few$$$ comparatively speaking$$$ are willing to pay the price.

Falling in love is painful on the knees.

I have in my own fashion learned the lesson that life is effort$$$ unremittingly repeated.

Lose your dreams and you might lose your mind.

Rob the average man of his life-illusion$$$ and you rob him of his happiness at the same stroke.

Happiness is worth a daring deed; we are both free if we but will it$$$ and then the game is won.

What is the difference in being alone with another and being alone by one's self?