The center of every man's existence is a dream.

The man who throws a bomb is an artist, because he prefers a great moment to everything.

There are no words to express the abyss between isolation and having one ally.

Reason is always a kind of brute force; those who appeal to the head rather than the heart, however pallid and polite, are necessarily men of violence. We speak of 'touching' a man's heart, but we can do nothing to his head but hit it.

In dealing with the arrogant asserter of doubt, it is not the right method to tell him to stop doubting. It is rather the right method to tell him to go on doubting, to doubt a little more, to doubt every day newer and wilder things in the universe, until at last, by some strange enlightenment, he may begin to doubt himself.

All men matter. You matter. I matter. It's the hardest thing in theology to believe.

We should thank God for beer and burgundy by not drinking too much of them.