If God does not exist, everything is permitted.

We always imagine eternity as something beyond our conception, something vast, vast! But why must it be vast?

The more conscious I was of goodness and of all that was 'sublime and beautiful,'the more deeply I sank into my mire and the more ready I was to sink in it altogether.

Everything passes, only truth remains.

We're always thinking of eternity as an idea that cannot be understood, something immense. But why must it be? What if, instead of all this, you suddenly find just a little room there, something like a village bath-house, grimy, and spiders in every corner, and that's all eternity is. Sometimes, you know, I can't help feeling that that's what it is.

If he's alive, everything is in his power! Whose fault is it that he doesn't understand that?

Man only likes to count his troubles, but he does not count his joys.