A Book Should Serve As An Axe

But Questions That Don’t Answer Themselves At The Very Moment Of Their Asking Are Never Answered.

The Various Forms Of Despair At The Various Stations On The Road.

Just Think How Many Thoughts A Blanket Smothers While One Lies Alone In Bed, And How Many Unhappy Dreams It Keeps Warm.

Utterance Does Not In Principle Mean A Weakening Of Conviction--that Would Not Be Anything To Be Deplored--but A Weakness Of Conviction.

Only The Moment Counts. It Determines Life.