Sooner or later... one has to take sides. If one is to remain human.

The problem of pretending to be alive.

Death was far more certain than God.

Lies had deserted me, and I felt as lonely as though they had been my only friends.

Men have prayed in prison, men have prayed in slums and concentration camps. It's only the middle class who demand to pray in suitable surroundings.

It's strange how the human mind swings back and forth, from one extreme to another. Does truth lie at some point of the pendulum's swing, at a point where it never rests, not in the dull perpendicular mean where it dangles in the end like a windless flag, but at an angle, nearer one extreme than another? If only a miracle could stop the pendulum at an angle of sixty degrees, one would believe the truth was there.

Beauty is like success: we can't love it for long.