There was once a community of scoundrels, that is to say, they were not scoundrels, but ordinary people.

We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.

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.

I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

Even the merest gesture is holy if it is filled with faith.

You're not cross with me, though?" he said. She pulled her hand away and answered, "No, no, I'm never cross with anyone.

Expulsion from Paradise is in its main aspect eternal: that is to say, although expulsion from Paradise is final, and life in theworld unavoidable, the eternity of the process (or, expressed in temporal terms, the eternal repetition of the process) nevertheless makes it possible not only that we might remain in Paradise permanently, but that we may in fact be there permanently, no matter whether we know it here or not.