Faith makes blessed. Consequently it lies.

Objection, evasion, joyous distrust, and love of irony are signs of health; everything absolute belongs to pathology.

One must first be firmly set in oneself, one must stand securely on one's own two legs otherwise one cannot love at all.

If you want me to believe in your redeemer, you are going to have to look a lot more redeemed.

Loving and perishing: it's been a rhyme all these eternities. The will to love: that is, also being willing to die.

A reader is doubly guilty of bad manners against an author when he praises his second book at the expense of his first (or vice versa) and then expects the author to be grateful for what he has done.

In the knowledge of truth, what really matters is the possession of it, not the impulse under which it was sought.