People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as 'nauseatingly miserable beyond repair'.

You are so vulnerably haunting. Your eeriness is terrifyingly irresistible.

We live in an age which is so possessed by demons, that soon we shall only be able to do goodness and justice in the deepest secrecy, as if it were a crime.

In theory there is a possibility of perfect happiness: To believe in the indestructible element within one, and not to strive towards it.

I’m doing badly, I’m doing well; whichever you prefer.

The history of mankind is the instant between two strides taken by a traveler.

The Expulsion from Paradise is eternal in its principal aspect: this makes it irrevocable, and our living in this world inevitable, but the eternal nature of the process has the effect that not only could we remain forever in Paradise, but that we are currently there, whether we know it or not.