My Whole Being Was Seeking

If Only Simplicity Were Not The Most Difficult Of All Things. It Consists Of Watching Objectively The Development Of Any Fragment Of Fantasy.

The Decisive Question For Man Is: Is He Related To Something Infinite Or Not? That Is The Telling Question Of His Life.

Solitude Is For Me A Fount Of Healing Which Makes My Life Worth Living. Talking Is Often A Torment For Me, And I Need Many Days Of Silence To Recover From The Futility Of Words.

There Is, How­ever, A Strong Empir­i­cal Rea­son Why We Should Cul­ti­vate Thoughts That Can Never Be Proved. It Is That They Are Known To Be Use­ful. Man Pos­i­tively Needs Gen­eral Ideas & Con­vic­tions That Will Give A Mean­ing To His Life & Enable Him To Find A Place For Him­self In The Uni­verse. He Can Stand The Most Incred­i­ble Hard­ships When He Is Con­vinced That They Make Sense; He Is Crushed When On Top Of All His Mis­for­tunes, He Has To Admit That He Is Tak­ing Part In A ‘tale Told By An Idiot.’

I Know That In Many Things I Am Not Like Others, But I Do Not Know What I Really Am Like. Man Cannot Compare Himself With Any Other Creature; He Is Not A Monkey, Not A Cow, Not A Tree. I Am A Man. But What Is It To Be That? Like Every Other Being, I Am A Splinter Of The Infinite Deity, But I Cannot Contrast Myself With Any Animal, Any Plant Or Any Stone. Only A Mythical Being Has A Range Greater Than Man's. How Then Can Man Form Any Definite Opinions About Himself?.