Faith does not, in the realist, spring from the miracle but the miracle from faith. If the realist once believes, then he is bound by his very realism to admit the miraculous also.

If you love all things, you will also attain the divine mystery that is in all things. For then your ability to perceive the truth will grow every day, and your mind will open itself to an all-embracing love

I cannot understand why the world is arranged as it is.

How does it come about that what an intelligent man expresses is much stupider than what remains inside him?

In a way there's only a fine shade of difference between the healthy and the deranged.

I have no self-respect. But can a man of acute sensibility respect himself at all?

Because everyone is guilty for everyone else. For all the 'wee ones,' because there are little children and big children. All people are 'wee ones.' And I'll go for all of them, because there must be someone who will go for all of them.