I tell you naught for your comfort, Yea, naught for your desire, Save that the sky grows darker yet And the sea rises higher.

Islam was something like a Christian heresy. The early heresies had been full of mad reversals and evasions of the Incarnation, rescuing their Jesus from the reality of his body even at the expense of the sincerity of his soul.

And it is always the humble man who talks too much; the proud man watches himself too closely.

The most incredible thing about miracles is that they happen.

A madman is not someone who has lost his reason but someone who has lost everything but his reason

The fatal metaphor of progress, which means leaving things behind us, has utterly obscured the real idea of growth, which means leaving things inside us.

The Universe is the most extraordinary masterpiece ever constructed by nobody.