A lot of good arguments are spoiled by some fool who knows what he is talking about.

Suffering is the substance of life and the root of personality, for it is only suffering that makes us persons.

Only he who attempts the absurd is capable of achieving the impossible.

Only in solitude do we find ourselves; and in finding ourselves, we find in ourselves all our brothers in solitude.

If it is nothingness that awaits us, let us make an injustice of it, let us fight against destiny, even without hope of victory.

Spiritual Love is born of sorrow. . . . For men love one another with spiritual love only when they have suffered the same sorrow together, when through long days they have ploughed the stony ground buried beneath the common yoke of a common grief. It is then that they know one another and feel one another and feel with one another in their common anguish, and so they pity one another and love one another.