I don’t understand anything...and I no longer want to understand anything. I want to stick to the fact...If I wanted to understand something, I would immediately have to betray the fact, but I’ve made up my mind to stick to the fact.

I believe there is no one deeper, lovelier, more sympathetic and more perfect than Jesus.

Much unhappiness has come into the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid.

One could never judge a man without seeing him close, for oneself.

Imagine that you are creating a fabric of human destiny with the object of making men happy in the end, giving them peace and rest at last. Imagine that you are doing this but that it is essential and inevitable to torture to death only one tiny creature...in order to found that edifice on its unavenged tears. Would you consent to be the architect on those conditions? Tell me. Tell the truth.

My soul bleeds and the blood steadily, silently, disturbingly slowly, swallows me whole.

The whole work of man really seems to consist in nothing but proving to himself every minute that he is a man and not a piano key.