My God, a moment of bliss. Why, isn't that enough for a whole lifetime?

There is something at the bottom of every new human thought, every thought of genius, or even every earnest thought that springs up in any brain, which can never be communicated to others, even if one were to write volumes about it and were explaining one's idea for thirty-five years; there's something left which cannot be induced to emerge from your brain, and remains with you forever; and with it you will die, without communicating to anyone perhaps the most important of your ideas.

The man who has a conscience suffers whilst acknowledging his sin. That is his punishment.

I cannot understand why the world is arranged as it is.

Put away your gods and come and worship ours, or we will kill you and your gods!

Let us not forget that the reasons for human actions are usually incalculably more complex and diverse than we tend to explain them later, and are seldom clearly manifest.

If there is no God, then I am God.