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The circle of an empty day is brutal and at night it tightens around your neck like a noose.

The Days of Abandonment
Power and machinery, money and goods are useful only as they set us free to live.

1923. My Life and Work (cowritten with Samuel Crowther; 1922)
There comes a time when you ought to start doing what you want. Take a job that you love. You will jump out of bed in the morning. I think you are out of your mind if you keep taking jobs that you don't like because you think it will look good on your resume. Isn't that a little like saving up sex for your old age?
Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.
I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living.
You�ll miss the best things if you keep your eyes shut.
To live greatly, we must develop the capacity to face trouble with courage, disappointment with cheerfulness, and triumph with humility.
May I share with you a formula that in my judgment will help you and help me to journey well through mortality... First, fill your mind with truth; second, fill your life with service; and third, fill your heart with love.
Life is just this: a chain of good and bad accidents, without chaining logic, or reason; we have to look at it face to face with courage and think, without fainting, that our time will come, that there will be a day where we will be able to sleep, not hearing, not seeing, and not understanding anything.

Correspondence (1926)
There are two questions that we have to ask ourselves. The 1st is �Where am I going?� and the 2nd is �Who will go with me?� If you ever get these questions in the wrong order , you are in trouble.�
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