My life is ending, I know that well, but every day that is left me I feel how my earthly life is in touch with a new infinite, unknown, but approaching life, the nearness of which sets my soul quivering with rapture, my mind glowing and my heart weeping with joy.

Faith does not, in the realist, spring from the miracle but the miracle from the faith.

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?

Human laziness makes people pigeonhole one another at first site so that they find nothing in common with one another.

It's in despair that you find the sharpest pleasures, particularly when you are most acutely aware of the hopelessness of your position.

What is hell?...The suffering that comes from the consciousness that one is no longer able to love.

Know that I've forgotten precisely nothing; but I've driven it all out of my head for a time, even the memories--until I've radically improved my circumstances. Then...then you'll see, I'll rise from the dead!