Children: a torment and nothing more.

the same question arose in every soul: "For what, for whom, must I kill and be killed?"... p982

People of limited intelligence are fond of talking about "these days," imagining that they have discovered and appraised the peculiarities of "these days" and that human nature changes with the times.

It is easier to produce ten volumes of philosophical writings than to put one principle into practice.

Rummaging in our souls, we often dig up something that ought to have lain there unnoticed.

When you understand that you will die to-morrow, if not to-day, and nothing will be left, then everything is so unimportant!... So one goes on living, amusing oneself with hunting, with work - anything so as not think of death

If the thought ever comes to you that everything that you have thought about God is mistaken and that there is no God, do not be dismayed. It happens to many people. But do not think that the source of your unbelief is that there is no God.