What sort of God would it be, who only pushed from without.
Mathematicians are like Frenchmen: whatever you say to them they translate into their own language and forthwith it is something entirely different.
You shall abstain, shall abstain. That is the eternal song.
Judge a man's character by what he finds ridiculous.
The greatest act of faith takes place when a man finally decides that he is not God.
We don't get to know anything but what we love.