I say let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea.

And if there's love, you can do without happiness too. Even with sorrow, life is sweet.

And in fact you're not like everyone else: you weren't ashamed just now to confess bad and even ridiculous things about yourself. Who would confess such things nowadays? No one, and people have even stopped feeling any need for self-judgment.

Oh I've plenty of time, my time is entirely my own.

In the realist, faith is not born from miracles, but miracles from faith.

The most pressing question on the problem of faith is whether a man as a civilized being can believe in the divinity of the Son of God, Jesus Christ, for therein rests the whole of our faith.

To be too conscious is an illness. A real thorough going illness.