There Is No Shame In Preferring Happiness.

That's Love, Giving Everything, Sacrificing All Without Hope Of Return.

Without Work, All Life Goes Rotten. But When Work Is Soulless, Life Stifles And Dies.

[liberty] Is A Choreand A Long-distance Race, Quite Solitary, Quite Exhausting.

I Can Negate Everything Of That Part Of Me That Lives On Vague Nostalgias, Except This Desire For Unity, This Longing To Solve, This Need For Clarity And Cohesion. I Can Refute Everything In This World Surrounding Me That Offends Or Enraptures Me, Except This Chaos, This Sovereign Chance And This Divine Equivalence Which Springs From Anarchy. I Don't Know Whether This World Has Meaning That Transcends It. But I Know That I Do Not Know That Meaning And That It Is Impossible For Me Just Now To Know It. What Can A Meaning Outside My Condition Mean To Me? I Can Understand Only In Human Terms.

We Call First Truths Those We Discover After All The Others.