No, evidently habit means a lot. The devil knows what habit can do to a person.

Just take a look around you: Blood is flowing in rivers and in such a jolly way you’d think it was champagne.

If there is no God, then I am God.

I am a sick man...I am a spiteful man. An unattractive man. I think that my liver hurts.

Reality is infinitely diverse, compared with even the subtlest conclusions of abstract thought, and does not allow of clear-cut and sweeping distinctions. Reality resists classification.

I have been tortured with longing to believe ... and the yearning grows stronger the more cogent the intellectual difficulties stand in the way.

There are things which a man is afraid to tell even to himself, and every decent man has a number of such things stored away in his mind.