I have followed after the truth, across this windy planet upon which every person is nourished by one or another lie.

Every notion that any man, dead, living, or unborn, might form as to the universe will necessarily prove wrong

I was born, I think, with the desire to make beautiful books — brave books that would preserve the glories of the Dream untarnished, and would re-create them for battered people, and re-awaken joy and magnanimity.

People never want to be told anything they do not believe already.

Thou shalt not offend against the notions of thy neighbor.

I fear You and, yes, I love You: and yet I cannot believe. Why could You not let me believe, where so many believed? Or else, why could You not let me deride, as the remainder derided so noisily? O God, why could You not let me have faith? for You gave me no faith in anything, not even in nothingness. It was not fair.

The realization that life is absurdand cannot be an end, but only abeginning. This is a truth nearly allgreat minds have taken as their starting point.