A man’s concern, even his despair, over the worthwhileness of life is an existential distress but by no means a mental disease.

It’s enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.

The center of every man’s existence is a dream. Death, disease, insanity, are merely material accidents, like toothache or a twisted ankle. That these brutal forces always besiege and often capture the citadel does not prove that they are the citadel.

She would consider each day a miracle – which indeed it is, when you consider the number of unexpected things that could happen in each second of our fragile existences.