Now I'm living out my life in a corner, trying to console myself with the stupid, useless excuse that an intelligent man cannot turn himself into anything, that only a fool can make anything he wants out of himself.

I think that if one is faced by inevitable destruction -- if a house is falling upon you, for instance -- one must feel a great longing to sit down, close one's eyes and wait, come what may . . .

I've long stopped worrying about who invented whom - God man or man God.

God has such gladness every time he sees from heaven that a sinner is praying to Him with all his heart, as a mother has when she sees the first smile on her baby's face.

One man doesn't believe in god at all, while the other believes in him so thoroughly that he prays as he murders men!

If God does not exist, then everything is permissible.

A widow, the mother of a family, and from her heart she produces chords to which my whole being responds.