Whatever a person may pray for, that person prays for a miracle. Every prayer comes down to this - Almighty God, grant that two times two not equal four.

I was afraid of looking into my heart...afraid of thinking seriously about anything...I did not want to know whether I was loved, and I did not want to admit to myself that I was not loved.

Most people can't understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do.

Whatever man prays for, he prays for a miracle. Every prayer reduces itself.

Sternly, remorselessly, fate guides each of us; only at the beginning, when we're absorbed in details, in all sorts of nonsense, in ourselves, are we unaware of its harsh hand.

Every man's happiness is built on the unhappi-ness of another.

What's important is that twice two is four and all the rest's nonsense.