The horror no less than the charm of real life consists precisely in the recurrent actualization of the inconceivable

The investigation of nature is an infinite pasture-ground where all may graze, and where the more bite, the longer the grass grows, the sweeter is its flavor, and the more it nourishes.

The effects which follow too constant and intense a concentration upon evil are always disastrous. Those who crusade, not for God in themselves, but against the devil in others, never succeed in making the world better, but leave it either as it was, or sometimes even perceptibly worse than it was, before the crusade began. By thinking primarily of evil we tend, however excellent our intentions, to create occasions for evil to manifest itself.

Can you say something about nothing?

I have spoken so far only of the blissful visionary experience? But visionary experience is not always blissful. It's sometimes terrible. There is hell as well as heaven.

It takes two to make a murder. There are born victims, born to have their throats cut, as the cut-throats are born to be hanged.

Nothing — the only perfection, the only absolute. Infinite and eternal nothing.