He who desires to see the living God face-to-face should not seek him in the empty, firmament of his mind, but in human love.

They tease me now, telling me it was only a dream. But does it matter whether it was a dream or reality, if the dream made known to me the truth?

Whatever distinguishes one lump of flesh from another when we're alive, we're all the same once we're dead. Just used-up shells.

Everything seems stupid when it fails.

All the Utopias will come to pass only when we grow wings and all people are converted into angels.

And what's strange, what would be marvelous, is not that God should really exist; the marvel is that such an idea, the idea of the necessity of God, could enter the head of such a savage, vicious beast as man.

If there is no God, then I am God.