Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything. But no, that is not quite accurate. There is one place where her absence comes locally home to me, and it is a place I can't avoid. I mean my own body. It had such a different importance while it was the body of H.'s lover. Now it's like an empty house.

Christ did not die for man because they were intrinsically worth dying for, but because he is intrinsically love, and therefore loves infinitely.

One of the marks of a certain type of bad man is that he cannot give up a thing himself without wanting everyone else to give it up.

If nothing in this world satisfies me, perhaps it is because I was made for another world.

If naturalism were true then all thoughts whatever would be wholly the result of irrational causes. It cuts its own throat.

As long as you are proud, you cannot know God.

There must, whether the gods see it or not, be something great in the mortal soul. For suffering, it seems, is infinite, and our capacity without limit.