Conceit is incompatible with understanding.

We shall all of us die, so why should I grudge a little trouble?

One may say with one's lips: “I believe that the world was created six thousand years ago;” or, “I believe that Jesus flew away into the skies and is sitting on the right hand of the Father;” or, “God is One, and also Three;” — but no one can believe it, because the words have no sense.

There lay between them, separating them, that same terrible line of the unknown and of fear, like the line separating the living from the dead.

The vocation of every man and woman is to serve other people.

Happy people have no history.

I often think that men don't understand what is noble and what is ignorant, though they always talk about it.