Salvation lies not in the faithfulness to forms, but in the liberation from them.
We're all time's captives, hostages to eternity.
I hate everything you say, but not enough to kill you for it.
Failure to love is almost like murder.
How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?
The writer is the Faust of modern society, the only surviving individualist in a mass age. To his orthodox contemporaries he seems a semi-madman.