Art flies around truth, but with the definite intention of not getting burnt. Its capacity lies in finding in the dark void a place where the beam of light can be intensely caught, without this having been perceptible before.

How can one take delight in the world unless one flees to it for refuge?

If the literature we are reading does not wake us, why then do we read it? A literary work must be an ice-axe to break the sea frozen inside us.

Faith, like a guillotine. As heavy, as light.

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

The relationship to one's fellow man is the relationship of prayer, the relationship to oneself is the relationship of striving; it is from prayer that one draws the strength for one's striving.

The founder brought the laws from the lawgiver; the faithful are meant to announce the laws to the lawgiver.