Jessica stopped beside him, said: 'What delicious abandon in the sleep of a child.' He spoke mechanically: 'If only adults could relax like that.' 'Yes.' 'Where do we lose it?' he murmured. 'We do, indeed, lose something,' she said.

The convoluted wording of legalisms grew up around the necessity to hide from ourselves the violence we intend toward each other. Between depriving a man of one hour from his life and depriving him of his life there exists only a difference of degree. You have done violence to him, consumed his energy.

A popular man arouses the jealousy of the powerful.

In 1054, the patriarch of Constantinople and the pope excommunicated each other. That was the end of holiness for both churches.

In my estimation, more misery has been created by reformers than by any other force in human history.

Something cannot emerge from nothing.

A man's flesh is his own; the water belongs to the tribe.