Believe to the end, even if all men went astray and you were left the only one faithful; bring your offering even then and praise God in your loneliness.

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.

The pleasure of despair. But then, it is in despair that we find the most acute pleasure, especially when we are aware of the hopelessness of the situation... ...everything is a mess in which it is impossible to tell what's what, but that despite this impossibility and deception it still hurts you, and the less you can understand, the more it hurts.

... what you need more than anything in life is a definite position.

Civilization has made man, if not always more bloodthirsty, at least more viciously, more horribly bloodthirsty.

In summer, intolerable closeness; in winter, unendurable cold. All the floors were rotten. Filth on the floors an inch thick; one could slip and fall.

Man is a creative animal, doomed to strive toward a goal, engaged in full-time engineering.