There is no other world. Nor even this one. What, then, is there? The inner smile provoked in us by the patent nonexistence of both.

A civilization is destroyed only when its gods are destroyed.

Utopia is a mixture of childish rationalism and secularized angelism.

An aphorism? Fire without flames. Understandable that no one tries to warm himself at it.

To venture upon an undertaking of any kind, even the most insignificant, is to sacrifice to envy.

A book has to dig through the wounds, more, it has cause a new one, a book it has to be dangerous.

I don’t understand how people can believe in God, even when I myself think of him everyday.