It is the stillest words that bring the storm. Thus Spoke Zarathustra

As long as you live, keep learning how to live. Ad Lucilium Epistulae Morales

We are an unfortunate priest-ridden race and always were and always will be tell the end of the chapter.... A priest-ridden Godforsaken race. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

This one is particularly beautiful and profound, straight from the heart. When I first read it, I loved the fact that he needs solitude and time to think about Milena, but then when I read it the second time, something else struck me: when he says his office job is boring, his flat is stupid, but he feels he must not complain about his everyday reality because Milena is part of it too, and the gratefulness he feels for that: this moment which belongs to you: Letters To Milena