Perhaps a normal man is supposed to be stupid-how do we know? Perhaps it's even very beautiful.

The genuine realist, if he is an unbeliever, will always find strength and ability to disbelieve in the miraculous, and if he is confronted with a miracle as an irrefutable fact he would rather disbelieve his own senses than admit the miraculous also.

I've always considered myself smarter than everyone around me, and sometimes, believe me, I've been ashamed of it. At the least, all my life I've looked away and never could look people straight in the eye.

There is nothing easier than lopping off heads and nothing harder than developing ideas.

A hundred suspicions don't make a proof.

Drowning men, it is said, cling to wisps of straw.

Lamentations comfort only by lacerating the heart still more. Such grief does not desire consolation. It feeds on the sense of its hopelessness. Lamentations spring only from the constant craving to re-open the wound.