Doubt works deep within you like a disease or, even more effectively, like a faith.

The curtain of the universe is moth-eaten, and through its holes we see nothing now but mask and ghost.

To want fame is to prefer dying scorned than forgotten.

To have committed every crime but that of being a father.

We understand God by everything in ourselves that is fragmentary, incomplete, and inopportune.

To Live signifies to believe and hope - to lie and to lie to oneself.

Our place is somewhere between being and nonbeing - between two fictions.