Exactly what the fairy tale does is this: it accustoms him for a series of clear pictures to the idea that these limitless terrors had a limit, that these shapeless enemies have enemies in the knights of God, that there is something in the universe more mystical than darkness, and stronger than strong fear.

Even in an empire of atheists the dead man is always sacred.

The sceptics, like bees, give their one sting and die.

Jesus promised his disciples three things—that they would be completely fearless, absurdly happy, and in constant trouble.

There are no words to express the abyss between isolation and having one ally. It may be conceded to the mathematician that four is twice two. But two is not twice one; two is two thousand times one.

There are two kinds of rebellion. The first is one in which the slave demands something that the tyrant has got. The second is one in which he demands something that the tyrant has not got.

Angels can fly because they take themselves lightly.