Nothing, you know, gives the body greater satisfaction than ordering people about, or at least believing in one's ability to do so.

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

There are questions we could not get past if we were not set free from them by our very nature.

The Messiah will come only when he is no longer necessary, he will come only one day after his arrival, he will not come on the last day, but on the last day of all.

As far as I have seen, at school...they aimed at blotting out one's individuality.

We were expelled from Paradise, but it was not destroyed. The expulsion from Paradise was in one sense a piece of good fortune, for if we had not been expelled, Paradise would have had to be destroyed.

Our art is a way of being dazzled by truth: the light on the grotesquely grimacing retreating face is true, and nothing else.