From slavery to segregation, we remember that America did not always live up to its ideals. In fact, we often fell far short of them. But we also learned that fundamental to our national character is the drive to live out the true meaning of our creed.

Sometimes I wonder if suicides aren't in fact sad guardians of the meaning of life.

The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live - moreover, the only one.

I don't know the true meaning of happiness.

Any fact becomes important when it’s connected to another. The connection changes the perspective; it leads you to think that every detail of the world, every voice, every word written or spoken has more than its literal meaning, that it tells us a Secret.

The meaning of things lies not in the things themselves, but in our attitude towards them.