It Is Regrettable That, Among

There Can Be No Progress-real, Moral Prgress-except In The Individual And By The Individual Himself.

Our Religion Is Itself Profoundly Sad - A Religion Of Universal Anguish, And One Which, Because Of Its Very Catholicity, Grants Full Liberty To The Individual And Asks No Better Than To Be Celebrated In Each Man's Own Language - So Long As He Knows Anguish And Is A Painter.

He Who Looks Through An Open Window Sees Fewer Things Than He Who Looks Through A Closed Window.

Common Sense Tells Us That The Things Of The Earth Exist Only A Little, And That True Reality Is Only In Dreams.

Being A Useful Man Has Always Seemed To Me To Be Something Truly Hideous.