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.
You cannot acquire experience by making experiments. You cannot create experience. You must undergo it.
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.
Knowing that certain nights whose sweetness lingers will keep returning to the earth and sea after we are gone, yes, this helps us die.
Don’t walk behind me; I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.
Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.
Without freedom, no art; art lives only on the restraints it imposes on itself, and dies of all others.
Who would dare speak the word “happiness” in these tortured times? Yet millions today continue to seek happiness. These years have been for them only a prolonged postponement, at the end of which they hope to find that the possibility for happiness has been renewed. Who could blame them? And who could say that they are wrong? What would justice be without the chance for happiness? What purpose would freedom serve, if we had to live in misery?