As souls must cry when they awaken in tiny babies and find themselves far from heaven

Of nothing but me I sing, lacking another song.

...hate suits him better than forgiveness. Immersed in hate, he doesn't have to do anything; he can be paralyzed, and the rigidty of hatred makes a kind of shelter for him.

Among the repulsions of atheism for me has been its drastic uninterestingness as an intellectual position.

All those little congruences and arabesques you prepared with such delicate anticipatory pleasure are gobbled up as if by pigs at a pastry cart.

Let us not seek to make it less monstrous, for our own convenience, our own sense of beauty, lest, awakened in one unthinkable hour, we are embarrassed by the miracle, and crushed by remonstrance.

Now that I am sixty, I see why the idea of elder wisdom has passed from currency.