I've long stopped worrying about who invented whom - God man or man God.
So long as man remains free he strives for nothing so incessantly and so painfully as to find someone to worship.
Never mind a little dirt, if the goal is splendid!
I cannot understand why the world is arranged as it is.
We always imagine eternity as something beyond our conception, something vast, vast! But why must it be vast?
I want to suffer so that I may love.