A mystic is unwilling to draw conclusions. The rest have glorified their conclusions as knowledge. The fool just enjoys whatever little he knows and one who has seen life in its utmost depth enjoys it absolutely. The rest are the ones who constantly struggle and suffer.

An idiot can sit here quietly. A mystic can sit here quietly. The rest cannot.

There is a sharp conflict between natural demands and certain social institutions. Caught as he is in this conflict, man gives in more or less to one side of the other; he makes compromises which are bound to fail; he escapes into illness or death; or he rebels-senselessly and fruitlessly-against the existing order. In this struggle, human structure is molded.

During no moment of his life does man escape the mandate to choose among possibilities. Yet he can pretend to act "as if" he had no choice and no freedom of decision. The "acting as if" constitutes a part of the human tragicomedy.

Her philosophy of life was that she might die at any moment. The tragedy, she said, was that she didn't.