Why couldn't the world that concerns us- be a fiction? And if somebody asked, 'but to be a fiction there surely belongs an author?'- couldn't one answer simply: 'Why? Doesn't this "belongs" perhaps belong to the fiction, too?'

But every soil becomes finally exhausted, and the ploughshare of evil must always come once more.

A friend should be a master at guessing and keeping still: you must not want to see everything.

Is man God's biggest blunder, or is man's God?

One does well to put on gloves when reading the New Testament. The proximity of so much uncleanliness almost forces one to do this.

To the mediocre, mediocrity is a form of happiness.

The one conclusive argument that has at all times discouraged people from drinking a poison is not that it kills but rather that it tastes bad.