Memory says, 'I did that.' Pride replies, 'I could not have done that.' Eventually, memory yields.

At times one remains faithful to a cause only because its opponents do not cease to be insipid.

I am not a human being, I am dynamite.

Christianity has a hunter's instinct for finding out all those who by one means or another may be driven to despair -although only a part of mankind is capable of such despair. Christianity lies in wait for such as those and pursues them

Reality is captured in the categorical nets of Language only at the expense of fatal distortion.

And when your soul becometh great, then doth it become haughty, and in your sublimity there is wickedness.

One loves ultimately one's desires, not the thing desired.