Life is so difficult to catch.

The thing we tell of can never be found by seeking, yet only seekers find it.

I shall die here. Every last inch of me shall perish. Except one. An inch. It's small and it's fragile and it's the only thing in the world worth having. we must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.

It's Paradise, but we can't get out of it. And anything you can't get out of is Hell.

Everything that is great is as rare to find as it is difficult to do.

It is the infinite alone that cannot be attained, for if it could it would become finite.

"I think being condemned to death is the only real distinction," said Mathilde. "It is the only thing which cannot be bought."

Only the dead have discovered what they cannot live without.

"Trying to find permanence is impossible, and we ultimately learn that there is no safety in trying to "keep" everything. And there is no safety in trying to prevent loss."

I have found one can never get anything in life that is worth while without fighting for it.

Everybody wants to take something to eternity from this world, but there is nothing in this that can find a passage there except egolessness.

Yes, but I have something he will never have... enough

This problem is the most difficult and the last to be solved by mankind.

For clearly it is impossible to touch eternity with one hand and life with the other.