The essence of all beautiful art, all great art, is gratitude.

Antithesis is the narrow gateway through which error most prefers to worm its way towards truth.

For a tree to become tall it must grow tough roots among the rocks.

God is a thought who makes crooked all that is straight.

Whoever no longer finds greatness in God no longer finds it anywhere--he must either deny it or create it.

It is our taste that decides against Christianity now, no longer our reasons.

I know my fate. One day my name will be associated with the memory of something tremendous — a crisis without equal on earth, the most profound collision of conscience, a decision that was conjured up against everything that had been believed, demanded, hallowed so far. I am no man, I am dynamite.