We are all afraid of the truth.

Little prigs and three-quarter madmen may have the conceit that the laws of nature are constantly broken for their sakes.

What is happening to me happens to all fruits that grow ripe. It is the honey in my veins that makes my blood thicker, and my soul quieter.

God is a gross answer, an indelicacy against us thinkers- at bottom merely a gross prohibition for us: you shall not think!

A book calls for pen, ink, and a writing desk; today the rule is that pen, ink, and a writing desk call for a book.

[Heraclitus had] a regal air of certainty.

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