The only intelligent tactical response to life's horror is to laugh defiantly at it.

Time and distance have a way of playing tricks with your best intentions.

But I preferred reading the American landscape as we went along. Every bump$$$ rise$$$ and stretch in it mystified my longing.

There are no shortcuts to any place worth going.

I believe in the immortality of the soul because I have within me immortal longings.

Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?

Human beings are never to be treated as a means but always as ends.

It seems to be a fact that man$$$ tortured by his demons$$$ avenges himself blindly on his fellow-man.

No tree$$$ it is said$$$ can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell.

As far as we can discern$$$ the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light of meaning in the darkness of mere being.