Who are you to condemn another's sin? He who condemns sin becomes part of it, espouses it.

Hell is not to love anymore.

Faith is not a thing which one loses, we merely cease to shape our lives by it.

Civilization exists precisely so that there may be no masses but rather men alert enough never to constitute masses.

Justice in the hands of the powerful is merely a governing system like any other. Why call it justice? Let us rather call it injustice, but of a sly effective order, based entirely on cruel knowledge of the resistance of the weak, their capacity for pain, humilation and misery. Injustice sustained at the exact degree of necessary tension to turn the cogs of the huge machine-for-the-making-of-rich-men, without bursting the boiler.

What does it matter, all is grace.

The world is eaten up by boredom. You can't see it all at once. It is like dust. You go about and never notice, you breathe it in, you eat and drink it. It is sifted so fine, it doesn't even grit on your teeth. But stand still for an instant and there it is, coating your face and hands.