Nothing is easier than to admit in words the truth of the universal struggle for life, or more difficult, at least I have found it so, than constantly to bear this conclusion in mind.

What was the future? The future was a solid wall, not promising, not threatening-all bunk. No guarantees of anything, not even the guarantee that life isn't one big joke.

Progress consists only in the greater clarification of answers to the basic questions of life.

This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one.

If today were the last day of my life, Would I want to do what I'm about to do today? And whenever the answer has been "no" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

My favorite things in life don't cost any money. It's really clear that the most precious resource we all have is time.