Trees are massacred, houses go up — faces, faces everywhere. Man is spreading. Man is the cancer of the earth.

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

Life is merely a fracas on an unmapped terrain, and the universe a geometry stricken with epilepsy.

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

The need for novelty is the characteristic of an alienated gorilla.

If truth were not boring, science would have done away with God long ago. But God as well as the saints is a means to escape the dull banality of truth.

The limit of every pain is an even greater pain.