You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.

To correct a natural indifference I was placed half-way between misery and the sun. Misery kept me from believing that all was well under the sun, and the sun taught me that history wasn't everything.

Those who weep for the happy periods which they encounter in history acknowledge what they want not the alleviation but the silencing of misery.

Man wants to live, but it is useless to hope that this desire will dictate all his actions.

He who despairs of the human condition is a coward, but he who has hope for it is a fool.