It is only our conception of time that makes us call the Last Judgement by this name. It is, in fact, a kind of martial law.

The fact that there is nothing but a spiritual world deprives us of hope and gives us certainty.

But questions that don’t answer themselves at the very moment of their asking are never answered.

Life's splendor forever lies in wait about each one of us in all its fullness, but veiled from view, deep down, invisible, far off. It is there, though, not hostile, not reluctant, not deaf. If you summon it by the right word, by its right name, it will come.

it was like this. the brain could no longer bear the worries and pains that were imposed on it. it said: "i'm giving up; but if there is anyone else here who is interested in preserving the whole, let him assume part of my burden and it will be alright for a bit.

His biggest misgiving came from his concern about the loud crash that was bound to occur and would probably create, if not terror, at least anxiety behind all the doors. But that would have to be risked.

In argument similes are like songs in love; they describe much, but prove nothing.