Everything in life depends on how that life accepts its limits

Europe has what we do not have yet, a sense of the mysterious and inexorable limits of life, a sense, in a word, of tragedy. And we have what they sorely need: a sense of life's possibilities.

One is responsible to life: It is the small beacon in that terrifying darkness from which we come and to which we shall return.

Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go down for the last, last time.

You have to go the way your blood beats. If you don't live the only life you have, you won't live some other life, you won't live any life at all.

Consider how hard it is to change yourself and you'll understand what little chance you have in trying to change others.