I think all of us ordinary mortals tend to mythologize people as good-looking as you.

How could anyone love Him? What did you just tell me yourself about the world? Don't you see, everybody hates God now. It's not that God is dead in the twentieth century. It's that everybody hates Him! At least I think so.

The highest truths a person could discover were rooted in the natural world.

I love New Orleans physically. I love the trees and the balmy air and the beautiful days. I have a beautiful house here.

Oh, my darling, wish you were here! And my dark soul is happy again, because it does not know how to be anything else for very long, and because the pain is a deep dark sea in which I would drown if I did not sail my little craft steadily over the surface, steadily towards a sun which will never rise.

I have lived lies. I have done it again and again. I live lies because I cannot endure the weakness of anger, and I cannot admit the irrationality of love.-Marius

-You are on the verge of being truly mad. -No, not at all. Look at me. I can tie my shoelaces. See?