There are times when a lover longs to be also a father and a brother: he is jealous of the years he hasn't shared.

Childhood was the germ of all mistrust. You were cruelly joked upon and then you cruelly joked. You lost the remembrance of pain through inflicting it.

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

Heresy is only another word for freedom of thought.

Despair is the price one pays for setting himself an impossible aim.

How strange too and unfamiliar to think that one had been loved, that one's presence had once had the power to make a difference between happiness and dullness in another's day.

You cannot conceive, nor can I, of the appalling strangeness of the mercy of God.