Love has as few problems as a motor car. The only problems are the driver, the passengers, and the road.

Heaven is dumb, echoing only the dumb.

I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.

All human errors are impatience, a premature breaking off of methodical procedure, an apparent fencing-in of what is apparently at issue.

The right understanding of any matter and a misunderstanding of the same matter do not wholly exclude each other.

From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back. That is the point that must be reached.

The cruelty of death lies in the fact that it brings the real sorrow of the end, but not the end. The greatest cruelty of death: an apparent end causes a real sorrow. Our salvation is death, but not this one.