What am I doing here in this endless winter?

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

We are separated from God on two sides; the Fall separates us from Him, the Tree of Life separates Him from us.

I have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.

Every dog has like me the impulse to question, and I have like every dog the impulse not to answer.

Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.

The notion of the infinite expanse and copiousness of the cosmos is the result of the mixture, carried to the extreme limit, of laborious creation and free self-determination.