somehow one must love the world without being worldly.

For when we cease to worship God, we do not worship nothing, we worship anything.

When a person has found something which he prefers to life itself, he for the first time has begun to live.

The poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.

A strange fanaticism fills our time: the fanatical hatred of morality, especially of Christian morality.

Truth must necessarily be stranger than fiction, for fiction is the creation of the human mind and therefore congenial to it.

It is the test of a good religion whether you can joke about it.