Our guilt has its uses. It justifies much in the lives of others.

It is only the consciousness of a nonexistence which allows us to realize for moments that we are living.

It's precisely the disappointing stories, which have no proper ending and therefore no proper meaning, that sound true to life.

I took the standpoint that the profession of technologist, a man who masters matter, is a masculine profession, if not the only masculine profession there is.

There is no art without Eros.

Thou shalt not, it is said, make unto thee any graven image of God. The same commandment should apply when God is taken to mean the living part of every human being, the part that cannot be grasped. It is a sin that, however much it is committed against us, we almost continually commit ourselves--Except when we love.

If anyone has a conscience it's generally a guilty one.