The horror of the Twentieth Century was the size of each new event, and the paucity of its reverberation.
Reaching consensus in a group is often confused with finding the right answer.
I don't hate women, but I think they should be kept in cages.
I guess all that's left is to love the fire.
As Kierkegaard was the first to suggest, we can never know where our prayers are likely to go nor from whom the answers will come. When we think we are nearest to God, we could be assisting the Devil.
Crude thoughts and fierce forces are my state. I do not know who I am. Nor what I was. I cannot hear a sound. Pain is near that will be like no pain felt before.